Elise who had her breakfast had came down from her room. She had planned to rest but when she tucked herself to sleep, she found herself unable to close her eyes. She went to her window when she saw the bird on the ground. It appeared to unable to fly as a patch of blood colored the white wings.
Elise frowned, being one who couldn't let a bird to die when it was wounded, she didn't want to watch. Leaving her room, she made her way to the garden and pulled out her handkerchief to bundle the bird gently on her palms.
She checked on the bird's pulse and saw how it was still breathing. Not wasting time, she then left to tend the care when a man made his way inside the garden. Elise saw the man whose eyes settled at her as if he was seizing her features.
