That morning, Leeora went to check on Ember as usual. Visiting the human in the morning had become a part of the High Elder's daily routine. A week had passed by since that 'thief' incident, and Ember had recovered enough to even leave her bed.
"Good morning, Ember," Leeora greeted the young lady who was sitting by the window. Her face no longer had the bruises and small injuries she received from that night, but her skin was still suffering slightly red from the burn marks which were almost healed now, though the scars would probably take some time to fade. Though from what Leeora gathered, if she were not given proper potions soon, those ugly burn scars might permanently remain on the poor girl's skin.
Ember's long hair was still messy, almost like a curtain covering her small body, making her look even smaller. She looked like a lost child who had no one to look after her.
