"How is the witch doing?" Servyn questions the redhead.
The grumpily lad sighed in exasperation. "I don't know."
They quietly stared down at the pale figure whose breathing still echoed faintly. It appeared that she was still weak and not making any effort to recuperate soon.
"What actually happen which made her end up like this?" Korden mumbled, curiosity laced in his tone, so as his eyes. But they would never know unless the little Witch wakes up.
Meanwhile in silence, Servyn focused his gaze on her weary face without saying a word. The expression he possessed was grave.
Poor Ottilia was still unconscious. The spell she had initiated had drained her soul energy completely. What's more, she did not look like she was going to awake any time soon. Her fair skin paled to a great extent and she lay still, not even moving a bit to show a sign that she was alive, save for her faint breathing that was barely audible.
