An unfamiliar place, dim surroundings, and silent beyond a trace of sound.
Delphine opened her eyes, trying to see where she was. Just the movement of her eyelids caused her eyes to burn painfully; she didn't know how long she had cried last night. The man who used to care for her seemed to have become a different person.
The door was pushed open, and the man turned on a soft light, making the room a bit brighter.
Ignatius Leclair approached silently, seeing she was awake, he reached out, bending down to check her injuries. Her skin was so delicate and pale that even with ointment applied, the sight was still shocking.
Ignatius hooked up the slipped strap of her nightgown, Delphine's body trembled, wanting to push his hand away, but her hand fell weakly. In fact, her whole body felt limp with not a whisper of strength, a kind of weakness emanating from her very bones. She doubted she could even make it to the door.
