Experiencing a brief and yet intense pang where her hand had intentionally cut her limb, aiming for this awakening to not occur, her lids then tightened to aid the tears fall speedy. Swallowing dryly to continue mumbling as the twinge was embraced by her soul. — “Cursed beast… not even death you allow me… despicable being you are…”
“….. Aie, aie... How dreadful. At your words I suppose I did well telling Myrkzver to get out.” — Then, from a place she had not caught a glimpse of her presence, Vinka said nonchalantly while playing with a round adornment. Leaving it back where it belonged to go check from up close on the ailing Archduchess. — “How are ya? Bet tha cut’s bothersome ain’t it?”
“..… Was it you who treated the wound?”
“Ou. Got here on time. Ya bled a lot for being small, Ewelina.”
“… You should’ve let me die, Vinka.”