Draven, who had arrived next to her, grabbed her waist and lifted her off the floor.
"Are you okay?" He knew that fall must have definitely hurt.
Avelina nodded at him. "I'm fine, but...not completely. My legs feel so wobbly."
Draven sat her down on the bed.
"I know. You shouldn't move too much yet. I really meant it when I said you are fine now."
Avelina tilted her head. "How did you save me? I mean, tomorrow is the seventh night, meaning last night was not the end?"
Draven tucked the few strands of her hair behind her ear and began to explain to her. As soon as he was done clarifying her, Avelina flickered her eyes.
A wide smile slowly emerged on her face, and she broke out into laughter.
"Oh, my goodness! Natasha really hates me." She was rather amused.
Draven nodded. "It seems so."
"Draven, we are having breakfast with the whole family today, right?" Avelina inquired.
"Yes," Draven replied. "Why do you ask?"
