When the wind blew again, Silas' face was replaced by that of a young woman Arabella had not yet encountered.
Upon opening her eyes, she immediately cowered against the wall, hitting her lacerated back and gasping for air when it stung.
"No, no, no! Be not afraid! It is me, Ada!" she whispered in a haste.
Her voice did not lie. It belonged, undeniably to Ada.
"What are you doing here?" Arabella looked around, hysterical, her eyes combing the otherwise empty training room around them, "Someone could see you with me!" her hands still wrapped around her friend's.
"I know, I know, but I couldn't stop myself from coming here to see you! Every time I see that old hag bag drag you across the hallways, it kills me. It kills my heart!" she cried, "Look at what they have done to you! You are not even given a proper bed!" her eyes fell upon the thin, dirty rag beneath Arabella's body.
