"How are you feeling?" Ada's voice wrenched Arabella out of her bubble.
"A lot better than I did when I woke up this morning," her eyes remained on the cut-up tributes' wrists.
Some of the blood that trickled along their hands and arms had dried up while the rest had just hit the air out of their veins.
Due to the rough nature of the ropes around them, and their continuous friction, their wounds were not allowed to coagulate.
One behind the other, they marched past her, still forming a straight line that had Arumina at its head.
"You did really well with your words earlier. I think you eased up some of their concerns," Ada patted her on the shoulder.
"Hearing that woman speak up for the other girl despite her own fear somehow gave me the courage to do the same," she smiled before her head tilted to the side, "Will you be heading to the music room?"
