Draven didn't give a response, nor did he even nod his head. Mr. Jean, very well understood.
He took his bag off and stepped forward to stand beside Draven.
"Your Highness, would you mind leaving the room?"
Draven didn't say a word but simply stood up, exiting the room and shutting the door behind him.
Mr. Jean looked at Avelina and approached her on the bed. He reached out his hand, grabbing her hand to check for her pulse as well as her heartbeat. He checked her breathing, but everything came back negative in the end.
He could only sigh and shake his head. Avelina's cold body was enough to let him know she was dead, but he still wanted to be thoroughly sure, and indeed, she was dead.
"Poor girl…" He stared at Avelina, saddened. "They must have drowned her, despite the amount of blood she'd lost." He couldn't even begin to ponder who could have done such a thing to her.
