"Where were you?" Elias instantly asked when he followed her outside. She was looking ahead, her hands tucked in front of her.
Despite the modern era, Dorothy still behaved like this was the aristocratic era. She was old-fashioned and always behaved with the etiquette taught to her centuries ago. She could never forget the strict canings whenever she made a mistake.
"Preparing to die," Dorothy stated.
Elias paused and quietly stared at her. Pure-Bloods did not die of old-age. They were either killed or killed themselves. Illness and diseases was what usually killed them, for nothing could be powerful enough to murder a Pure-Blood.
Elias noted his Grandmother's skin was paler than usual, but she didn't seem sick.
"How old are you now?" Elias mused. "At least a thousand years old?"
"Don't you know you shouldn't ask a woman her age?" Dorothy remarked.
