One after another, they all left after Jonathan ordered servants to bring several pieces of furniture like nightstands, tables, and chaise for the meantime. No questions asked in his presence, and they hurried their way out.
Before he turned around and left for good, his gaze darted at Nathalie, who was at the edge of the bed, sitting, and her hands rummaged inside her pouch.
"Do you need anything else?"
Nathalie shook her head from his queries, pulling out the tonic that she made for Keith to take. However, from her fingertips fidgeted against the cold, smooth glass for the decision she wanted to make.
It wasn't Jonathan's business to pry further and instead sighed for trying to look out for her.
"Very well, tell me if there's something you need."
A loud thud echoed throughout the room; when the silence ensued, only the sound of her white misty breath came along with her calm heartbeat that played her ears.
