In the living room inside the house, Pandora was still curled up in a wooden chair, looking a bit cold.
Richard's eyes flickered, and he found a blanket to cover Pandora.
No sooner had he draped it over her than Pandora opened her eyes and looked over.
"What's the matter?"
"Hot!"
"..."
Pandora, clearly disgusted, threw off the blanket, twisted her body, and continued to curl up on the wooden chair, closing her eyes once again.
Richard shook his head, turning away with a somewhat strange expression and walked into the study.
Settling behind the desk, his gaze returned to the half-finished Papyrus Scroll in front of him. Picking up the quill and dipping it in ink, Richard prepared to finish writing the last few words.
"Ssshhh..."
