As it was morning right now, they walked in the forest, trying to catch up for the lost time and years between them. Penny still couldn't believe that she had faked tears in front of Caitlin the time she needed help. The memory made her smile further, making her realize when they would grow old, she would turn back to see how funny things were. Things would no longer look important and instead, they would be trivial matters.
Going back to the mansion, Penny caught some sleep as the previous night Damien and she were busy in Creed's mansion and then the dungeon along with the witcher.
It was slightly hard for her to think that the other witch had killed himself for not wanting to be caught and tortured for information. Were the black witches that loyal to their fellow kind? Something didn't sit well there, thought Penny to herself.
Penny didn't sleep much as her eyes opened in less than an hour and she stepped into the bath to wash and get ready.
