[center][hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=8A2BE2]Alexandra Andonova[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/2852KppqROUIU/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=8A2BE2]Replace fear of the unknown with curiosity.

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[hr][hr][center][b][color=8A2BE2]Location:[/color][/b] Room 208 (Bedroom)
[b][color=8A2BE2]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A 
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	At hearing Belladonna's words, Alexandra's facial expression became downcast. There was a tightness to her lips and a crease between her lightly furrowed brows. Despite what her sudden outburst might suggest, she was almost certain that she wasn't pregnant. Perhaps she should feel relieved at that notion, but she wasn't. The reason being was that all this meant was that there was something else at play here, something that seemed entirely out of her control. She let out a small breath. [color=8A2BE2]"[I]Great...[/I],"[/color] she stated bitterly. She pulled her gaze away from the alabaster woman, biting her lip softly as her gaze gravitated to the portraits of her parents on her bedside table. 

	She tried to block out the barrage of questions and uncertainties that came to the forefront of her mind, those feelings of vulnerability and helplessness she so despised. She was totally out of her element here and it bogged her down, impeding her usual confidence. As she was too engrossed in her thoughts, it didn't register with her that Belladonna had come over to her until she felt the woman's cold hands grasp her own warmer ones. Alexandra looked down at their hands before looking up at the woman, uncertainty and confusion plainly written in her eyes. However, she soon felt a swell of warmth, sharply contrasting the coolness of Belladonna's exterior, at the woman's gentle, comforting touch and words. It was like the touch of--[i]the touch of a mother[/I].

	[color=8A2BE2]"Thank you,"[/color] she whispered the only words she could conjure up in the moment. She gave Belladonna a small smile before the woman left the room about as silent as death itself. She let out another small sigh as the door softly clicked shut behind her. She rubbed her eyes, tired from the day's overwhelming events. She slowly got up from her chair and changed her clothes before crawling into bed. She pulled the covers tighter around her before closing her eyes. She would soon fall into a mostly dreamless sleep.