The encounter I had with Otto was now a month ago and I seemed to be getting more weary and tired.
My body all of sudden seemed exhausted.
Hildegard had noticed it when I woke up from bed and she had looked at me it's cunning and suspicious eyes.
"You look tired." She had remarked.
I sighed as I sat up in the bed one early morning.
My feet hurt and my whole body felt like I had been tossed all around by wolves in a game.
"I think it's just the weather." I said as I touched my neck.
"Perhaps." She said as she looked at me. "But then you seem to be glowing too. I can not explain the whole business but you seem to be doing good and well a bit bad at the same time."
I rose up from my bed and walked up to a mirror to look at myself.
She was right.
I did look tired.
And as for the glow I didn't see any of it.
"Well you should rest." Hildegard told me her hand gently on my shoulder.
"I'll like to paint today." I said with a smile.
