With shut eyes, Hallow placed both of his wings over his head, his small yellow tail trembled as he saw Lady Caroline's hand hover before him. In his mind was simply curses that he uttered enough for his entire life, cursing everyone his head could think of when by brushes of death, he heard the sound of door creaking which sounded like church's bell to his ears.
Lady Caroline's hands stopped as Hallow slowly peeked between his shut eyelids to see the woman's head turned to see the door. He slowly moved back again as if wanting to mould into one with the teapot his back was resting on.
