"You shouldn't be walking around the mansion alone at night." Her hand was strong and rough as it gripped Lara's wrist. The elf's heart pounded with fear of the consequences embedded in her voice.
"Come, I will escort you to your room, and if you need anything, I will get it for you," she said, loosening her grip, and a warm smile replaced her previously threatening voice. Lara was escorted to her room, and every time she looked at the servant, she couldn't help but wonder if she would disappear again. Whenever the servant felt her gaze, she would smile again, but when she wasn't being watched, her smile would fade, and she would start whispering complaints.
As soon as Lara closed the door to her room, she crawled into the sheets and tried to sleep, light at her side in profound sleep, sometimes he moved a little restless, attempting to make sense of what had happened, her mind spinning endlessly.
