When Eve returned to the dungeon at night, the witch had finished eating and was now leaning against the wall, her hands held up. She looked up from the ground when she heard the creak of the metal door opening and saw Eve walking inside. Her eyes locked onto Eve as she approached to unlock the chains binding her wrists. Dropping her hands, the witch quickly pressed a burning wound on her palm while casting a glance at the open cell door before looking back at the Queen.
"You're not worried that I'll escape?" The witch asked. Eve moved away from the door, leaned against the wall, and folded her arms.
"You can try," Eve lazily replied, looking at the witch who seemed reluctant to fly out the open door.
"What do you want?" The witch finally asked.
"What is your name?" Eve questioned back.
"Cecil."
"Where were you coming from?" Eve asked her.
