Belladonna woke up to two things.
The blinding sunlight and scroll that was hung up on the wall, for the painting on it to dry.
Despite her headache, and her initial ignorance of her surroundings, the painting held her curiosity and as her eyelids slid shut, she opened them again to observe the painting even more.
It was a woman, in an oversized shirt, sleeping on a mat, and a lantern on the floor - a short distance from her.
It was so detailed but strange because she didn't remember painting anything last night.
She couldn't even paint!
Wait.
Waittttt...
Was that... her?!
She quickly looked down at herself, confirming that was indeed her.
This was the room assigned to Eli.
She had never been in it before, but she didn't have to. Everything in here, especially that painting, told her all she needed to know.
"By Ignas, no, no, no, no, no!"She muttered beneath her breath, as she rushed up to her feet.
