As the dragon continued to soar in the sky, nobody said anything, Ethan was too busy attending to Gail in front of him. While Draven was busy looking at Rhea in front of him. She didn't look alright to him.
Rhea sat frozen in front of him, her hands shook uncontrollably, her gaze fixed on the blood staining her clothes and hands. She was motionless, unable to tear her eyes away from the horrifying sight. She'd seen blood before, but not of the person she'd come to like.
"Rhea, are you okay?" Draven asked softly.
Without warning, as if possessed, Rhea began to frantically wipe the blood off her hands with her trembling fingers. She rubbed them together forcefully, her panic growing with each unsuccessful attempt to rid herself of the gruesome stains.
Rhea's breaths came out in rapid, shallow gasps as she stared at her hands, tears streaming down her face.
"It's... it's not cleaning!" Rhea hysterically cried.
