"I don't know what's going on with her and she refuses to tell me anything."
Sloane's breath steamed in the air after her statement to Fisher.
Svetlana has been depressed for the passed few days. She barely comes out of her room or eats anything. And it's not as if she sneaks out in the middle of the night to ransack the refrigerator for easy-to-eat junk foods.
If she decides it's way too stuffy inside then she takes a foldable chair outside and stares blankly at Skipper's garden. The garden had pretty dull colors. Skipper didn't make the flowerbeds because she's a fan of pretty things. On the contrary, it was for potion research. Most of the ugly climbing plants or dull-coloured flowers with pungent or extremely intoxicating scents were major ingredients in the tonics in her attempts to replicate the pindite.
"Don't worry too much love. Your Livestream starts in a few minutes, go ahead and prepare for it. I'll try to talk to Svetlana."
