"Zica?"
Kora's voice echoed in Zica's ears, pulling her awake from the light slumber she fell into. She had tried to stay awake through the night, but finally succumbed to sleep when she realized that she may be needing a lot of energy and strength for the next day.
"Kora, you're awake." Zica voiced, moving her chair closer to the bed. She was relieved to see that Kora was sitting up instead of lying down, and she didn't look as weak as she was last night.
"How do you feel?" Zica asked, ignoring her own assumptions and looking Kora over.
"I feel better." Kora answered, peeling her eyes from Zica and moving them around the room.
"Where are we?" Kora asked, her brows furrowed at the unfamiliar place.
"We're still at the castle."
What castle? Havilla?" Kora queried, her expression, one of displeasure.
When Zica nodded in affirmation, Kora's expression darkened even more.
