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[color=ed145b][h3]~Isabella~[/h3][/color][/center]
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The rest of the morning passed simply. Isabella spent most of the day in bed, glad to be resting after the trek and the events of last evening. She was more tired than she should have been honestly, but such was the outcomes of a not so active lifestyle. She wasn't very much a fan of the low lighting however, having a small childish fear of the dark still lingering over her. She didn't comment on that, though. It was a silly fear, after all and she doubted a place such as this would have extra candles to spare.

Their relaxing was interrupted by a knock at the door, likely either one of her followers or a servant. There was also a small chance Zavra saw fit to visit her as well, though she wasn't looking forward to another meeting with the girl. Gracie swiftly sat up and answered the door, and she was surprised to see the slave from yesterday.

[color=ed145b]"..."[/color] The princess seemed to coldly study the slave. Isabella was a little surprised to see her again, and looking so terrible! Even in the low lighting she could see the bandages and her haggard, terrified state. Her heart sank a little seeing her as such. She couldn't leave her like that, could she? Isabella glanced over to Gracie. She could possibly do something about those wounds with her newfound...abilities. At least aid in the healing process, but she'd like to be alone to do it. No need on bothering Gracie or the others with her sins. She didn't want to involve them. Theoretically, they could still return to the Monarchy if they wanted too.

[color=ed145b]"Gracie..."[/color] Isabella's voice was as soft as it ever was as she spoke, head turning lightly to the door indicating she wanted her to leave for a moment. Her gaze then turned back to the slave girl in the room, her emotionless visage seemingly studying her coolly.