"Are you okay, your grace?" Her clothes were full of mud and dirt. Her face was scratched and she was covered with a new layer of bruises that left their imagination wild.
The broken bed did not help much in reigning in their thoughts.
"I am better." She gulped the whole glass of water but did not eat the sandwich when she felt the bile rising in her throat. "Perhaps I can get some rest when you pack all the things."
They nodded and took the hint from her. As she sat in the tent alone, she stared at the ceiling lost in her thoughts.
When Harry enters the room. He wounded Ana sleeping in a strange position. Her body was curved into a ball with her hands wrapped around her knees as she adjusted her large frame on the chair.
Suddenly he felt angry again.
"You will travel in the carriage this time. I will ask James to guard the beasts until they send another carriage for their dead bodies." she raised her head and locked his eyes with her.
