Belladonna woke up to Jyris pulling her from the floor.
They were still in the lair. She hadn't been out for too long.
“Are you alright, child?” The White King’s voice sounded like it came from a distance, but it didn't because he was right here in front of her.
She nodded because that was the only thing she could manage to do.
Belladonna could still feel the sting in her hand from where the blade had cut her palm but it was no longer bleeding. It took her some moments to recollect herself, and when she finally did, there was a strange creature in front of her made of small red glowing lights tattered to each other in darkness; it was the shape of a giant man.
Then it was gone, collected into a small bottle by Dogori.
