She had let the day pass, her time spent occupied on the gardens of the grounds. A job, which was a weird thin to admit having, but it put her soul at ease. It allowed her to dig her fingers into the soil, to perfect and practice skills long since forgotten. Besides, she couldn’t imagine the lives of this mansion’s vegetation in the hands of anyone other than her. It was on the third day she found herself among the cells once more, passing cage after cage in her leisurely pace. Each face she found inside was taken in, but none belonged to the boy she was specifically looking for. For a moment, she assumed him gone. Taken in by the hands of someone else in this house - and then.. there he was. Tucked away in the corner of his cell. Her feet slowed as she looked him over.
“ Feeling better? “