Sir Karl inspected the wounds while Elisa was away to find clean clothes, which was not easy at all. She went to the kitchen, but the path was blocked by large rubbles. Elisa turned around toward her chamber, but the path was also blocked. The only room left was Eleanor's room.
Elisa paused, clenching her arm. The fear returned. Why now? It had been a while since Elisa saw Eleanor. How long had it been? She didn't even remember. But why did the bad memories have to resurface now?
"Your Highness?" Sir Karl appeared, like water in the middle of a desert.
She snapped out of the maze of her mind and opened the door. She rummaged through Eleanor's wardrobe and grabbed any dress she found first. She ripped the fabric of the skirt and went with Sir Karl to the old man.
"Is there anything else that you need, Sir Karl?" Elisa asked.
"I do need some herbs, but it might be hard to find in this situation."
