Clean Up

“Here…” Awkwardness possessed Marrow from the inside out. The teen looked so uncomfortable sitting at Lunaira’s bedside, feeding her to the point where she was pitied. It was sending Lunaira into a spiral of insanity! And she knew exactly who to blame for this wretched feeding session.

Without even so much as a hint sent the albino’s way, Ori had placed a rotation schedule for each person in their group to keep her company. Apparently, they couldn’t trust her, insisting that she would get herself into trouble if left on her own for too long.

A bit uncalled for in her opinion. She was perfectly content casting spells in her room. Igniting the crystals for their lovely glow, organizing her various shelves of potions and books, all natural things one did when unable to lift a finger. In addition to that it was safe to do without using extreme amounts of magic. She didn’t see the problem.