"You would bore a hole in your hand if you keep staring at it," Andre said to Islinda.
Islinda sighed, letting her hand fall to her side. She had freshened her breath and changed into a new tunic altogether. Now she was seated on Andre's bed, the same bed that the assassin had attempted to kill her on. While she had been in the bathroom refreshing, Andre took the opportunity to clean up the mess in his room.
It turned out that the assassin had knocked out the guards, but other than that, they were alive. Now Andre took a seat close to her bedside since she couldn't sleep alone. Islinda feared that the witch might realize she was alive and come back to finish her work. She just couldn't sleep.
"Here," he extended his palm towards her with something hidden in it.
"What?" Islinda was curious as she accepted it, her eyes widening when she realized that it was the protection necklace. She glanced up at Andre in awe, "How….?"
