Perdita slowly opened her eyes, feeling her head throb together with her beating heart that haven't calmed down since Marco entered the room with the witches.
She slowly sat up on the bed feeling her body arch all over. She shivered because of the coldness of the room. The open window caught her attention at first, followed by the man who stood near it making her heart skip a beat in fear, but then relaxed when she saw the striking long red hair of the man. Sthena.
"You are awake," Sthena spoke without turning to look at her. Perdita rubbed her arms with her palms, constantly shivering from the cold that came from the open window. From the window, she saw the white flakes falling in gentle drops.
"Why did you open the window? It is cold." Perdita spoke with a frown as she continued to create friction using her palm on her arms.
"Yes, it is," Came the nonchalant reply of Sthena, still staring out of the window.
