Silence reigned in the entire room when Ottilia had slipped the words from her mouth and was being asked to repeat.
Once again, Hermione had fallen unconscious again after whatever ministrations Ottilia had done. She fell limb in Servyn's arms and he readily adjusted her closer to himself.
"I've used my powers to stabilize the pain which sprung from her weakness." She muttered slowly, scared of whatever wrath she might incur on herself from the obviously angered Demon.
He was quiet, the look in his eyes did not reveal much and Ottilia wasn't able to tell what he was thinking.
It made her fear the most. But the expression on his face showed clearly that he had not expected the outcome. It had never occurred to him or he never suspected it.
"So what next?" The cold voice made her startled.
"—She….she has to go to the....Black Forest." Her tone was considerably low, too little that exposed her fear.
