"We have to sacrifice our life for the world..." She smiled down at her flat stomach.
"Who are you talking to?"
Rhea swirled around at the voice of Draven. She hadn't noticed him when he entered, or to be more specific, she hadn't known he had returned. He didn't just come in, he had been in the bathing room. His black hair was still dripping with water, and he had a robe on. However, Rhea noticed that he looked much better than earlier, his eyes had returned to blue but had a hint of red in them.
Rhea hurriedly withdrew her hand from her stomach, hoping that he hadn't caught what she had just mumbled. Thankfully, it seemed that he hadn't heard her words but had only noticed her speaking.
"When I got out of the bath, I heard you muttering to yourself. What were you saying?" He inquired, making his way towards her while drying his damp hair.
