"Do you have pain?" Asked the shying girl.
Huxley dragged her between his arms, "I do but only you know."
"I've heard that dungeons are terrible!"
He felt her warm tears on his shirt, pulling her back, he cleaned her eyes.
"They are dark and unpleasant, Did they hurt you?" His jaw muscles hardened.
She shook her head, "No, everyone was warned by lady Natasha, she was watching over us, although she was busy."
"Stop crying, I'm here."
She pointed to a small chest near her bed, adding, "Do you want to read my brother's letter."
"Of course."
She went to the chest and brought it, "please have your seat, I'm not tending to bother you."
"Your accent had improved."
He sat on the Sofa near the window, tapping on his lap asked her to sit there.
"We must thank Lady Luna."
"Do you like her?"
Aya sat on his lap and his hand rested on her hips. She blushed as she sensed something moved underneath.
