Madam Shervia immersed into reading the book, it took her four hours to finish the particular book. Till the time she yawned and looked at the sky, the coral hue lined the sky reminding the people it's going to be day soon. The woman kept the book into her wooden shelf which was situated in the adjacent room. Her wooden shelf was the only thing she carried along to each hideout. Since the woman was deeply fond of reading ancient books and medics. She was a sharp woman with knowledge of herbs.
Coming out of the room she lightened a candle right infront of the half broken statue. The statue of Lady Patricia, humming some chants in her native language. She then sprinkled some water upon her head, and then some upon her drunk som who was still asleep. Shervia pressed her thumb upon the point between Hidane's brows, whispering something in his ears. She then continued with her morning routine from purifying the place to boiling herbs she would need.
