Thankfully Alaina made sure to remember the way to the kitchen and she simply retraced her step from last night when Ivar dragged her there to bandage her up after helping Aria.
Now that she thinks about it, it was weird to see him being oddly well natured towards her. Sure he asked her something in return for every time she needed his help but he remained a man of his word can didn't fall short with his promises of helping them.
He helped a little too good if all things considered about healing Aria abnormally fast.
Every time Alaina thought about the fact that he was able to do that, a stroke of fear hits her heart. It was the fear of the man she was alone in this house with; Aria could not be counted, she was barely conscious of her own self.
She has never felt scared of Ivar before, only angered, irritated, annoyed and some hatred; a good amount of hatred actually but this was something else; she didn't know how to feel about it.
