The witches were still awake. After having suffered for so long, they still couldn't believe that they were being accommodated by the prince and that there were neither shackles nor guards. The prince even allowed everyone to enter the castle and live in such spacious and comfortable rooms.
Wendy probably guessed the anxiety of the sisters. Together with Nightingale, she called everyone to gather in her room and sit around the bed in a circle. They would have a chat to calm down their emotions.
"This is the style of a leader," Leaf thought. If it was Cara, she would never be so attentive to the needs of the sisters. Even if she had noticed, she would never have bothered to comfort them.
"Sister Wendy, what will His Royal Highness... ask us to do?" Hummingbird timidly asked, "Our abilities are far worse than you and sister Nightingale."
This struck a chord with the other sisters, and they all nodded in support.
