Cleaning the Blood on My Lips

Although she had not fully recovered, Gretta was able to get out of bed. Strolling around her room, she gazed outside the palace that looked warmer than before. 

Now Gretta was standing in front of the window, with her neck covered by a scarf and her body wrapped in a jacket. She stood there to warm up. 

The door to her room was heard creaking open, there was Leon there who entered Grette's room. He walked over to Gretta, stood beside her and hugged her waist. 

"Aren't you resting?" he asked following Gretta's gaze outside. 

Gretta was silent for a moment, "It's tiring lying in that place all the time," she replied without turning to Leon. 

The two returned to silence, enjoying the breeze that came to brush their faces. Leon turned to Gretta, looking at her from the side. He could feel how Gretta's misgivings overcame her, as if afraid of whoever might appear from behind the forest in front of her.