When Aurora woke up from her sleep, she recalled her conversation with the candle.
She looked at the bottle of blood that she hadn't consumed yet.
Why not?
She picked up the bottle and gulped the contents in one go leaving a small amount to smear on the candle.
Maybe the blood on the bottle will work and can finally make the candle able to talk to her, if nothing happens then she has nothing to lose.
After a while, her doubts return.
She won't hurt herself just because a talking candle convinces her to do it.
She smeared the remaining blood from the bottle onto the candle.
Then she waited for the result.
A few minutes later, nothing happens!
Sighing, Aurora placed the candle back in its place.
Dang! Why did she believe her impossible dream in the first place?
She's desperate to escape the room, that's why!
With nothing to do, she picked up the comb and began combing her hair.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!