'What has become of me?" Ophelia muttered as she placed the clothing onto the bed.
Ophelia spent her time thinking of how Dante had changed, but she rarely thought of how much she had changed.
Why was she sitting in Dante's chamber when the plan was always to leave when he returned?
Ophelia palmed her face. 'He's going to turn you into a fool,' she thought.
Despite the realisation, Ophelia sat down on the bed to look out the window. It was nearing morning, and surely, she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, but she felt the need to stay and force Dante to go to sleep.
"I must let him rest," Ophelia said, deciding to forbid anyone from coming to Dante before he rested.
Ophelia tapped her fingers on the bed, patiently awaiting Dante's return.
'I should go to sleep before he returns,' Ophelia plotted.
Ophelia laid down on the bed and tried to force herself to go to sleep. Then, she wouldn't have to speak to Dante when he returned.
