The way her eyes barely even reflected sunlight tore him apart on the inside.
No soothing words aligned in his mind, no gesture nor comforting touch seemed proper in their context.
Not that any would have worked, Silas thought.
All day long, Arabella did nothing but gawk at the gardens that beckoned to her with open arms. An invitation which the young woman declined time and time again.
The only thing that made her stand off of that chair was the seemingly irresistible need for yet another bath as if the three taken that same morning weren't enough.
The conversation between herself and the water that engulfed her body were far more engaging than any she'd entertained with the living, breathing beings that approached her.
Silas sat at his desk, facing the reports drafted by Calistro and Ethendra following their assessment of the kidnappers' bodies.
Hours of tests, chanting and spell craft, experiments and deliberation only to reach absolutely nothing in the end.
