Alessia stares down at her hands. They are filling up with blisters. She splashes some disinfectant that Donn gave to her. She didn't realize that practicing with a sword would be hard work. She wouldn't mind returning to her old ways of fighting demons. She wanted to learn how to fight with a sword while pulling her powers into it. But Zagreus hasn't even touched on the subject yet.
Throwing the towel, she was using to clean her hands. She flops down onto her bed. It's been a week since she decided to start training under Zagreus, yet Alessia feels no progress, and at times she can feel the hostel energy return to Zagreus. He hates her, even if he won't admit it.
Alessia looks up at the ceiling. It has a carving of different creatures and demons and is white and gold. It is beautiful, much like everything in the castle. She hasn't had much time to explore it, as Zagreus makes her spend her days practicing.
