You've been here for a few days now, in the large house on top of the mountains. The view was beautiful you had to admit and the house itself was luxury, but it was cold and lonely. You had your sisters, but that was about it. Nightmares of you choking and burning in the cauldron still plagued you. The pencil glides rhythmically across the paper as you mindlessly colour. Anything to get your mind off of that night is welcomed.

You can hear footsteps behind you. He's trying to be loud as not to scare you. You recognise his face as you turn to meet his eyes, you've seen him thrice now. Your eyes drift to his bandaged wings. Mere days ago they had been limp against his back and shredded.