It was a bit comical…
At first, he thought she'd consulted Ada before coming but the way Arabella sneakily tip-toed throughout the hallway made him lean towards a different theory. The one where their visits weren't, in any way shape or form, orchestrated or at the very least, were planned separately.
The young woman stood in the same spot Ada had taken only minutes prior. Her frame looking much frailer and a lot more fidgety than the maid, looking almost like one of those spazzing little squirrels that followed them in the valley, but instead of curiosity in her eyes, it was hesitation and fear.
She spoke first while flicking her nails together, "I couldn't really sleep," her voice brittle, its pace quick.
"Did the nightmares return?" He, on the other hand, tried to keep as calm as possible so as to not scare her any further.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you," she blurted.
"This shouldn't happen since you are no longer under the influence of the Mirari and-"
