The creaking of the door open drew her attention, she looked to see Servyn coming in and walking towards her.
"How are you doing?" He asked her with prominent concern on his exceptional features.
A small smile tore against her lips.
Hermione stretched herself up from the bed and sat upright, making sure to conceal the confusion that marred her face from the strange dream that got her marveled.
"I am fine, thank you." he smiled at her and took her hand in his.
Knowing what he wanted to ask, Hermione told. "I'm perfectly fine, though I still feel weak but before night comes I'll regain my strength. Remember, I haven't had anything to eat." She said, trying to convince him that it was just temporary and not everlasting.
"I called the maids, they will get you something soon." He told her, his orbs flickering with worry that she could so well identify.
"Thank you." She said softly and watched him smile.
