It was already afternoon when Elliot and Anasthasia returned to Millard's Residence, and she was currently in the guest-chamber which accommodated Lucy. Lucy leaned her back against the double-plated headboard in the wide white bed with a half canopy perched atop it. Her lower half got covered with a warm cream quilt.
Anasthasia strutted close to the edge of the bed, then sat in comfort. "How are you feeling now?"
"Much better." Her face beamed; her profile went kind of blinding from the golden reflections of the light from the windows.
She also placed her hand on her forehead as she asked Elliot a favor.
"Elliot, please."
As such, he shuffled across the ceramic floor. His hand reached for the rope, pulling down, and the white curtains slid, meeting halfway.
"Might be too dim." Elliot began to reach for the lights when Lucy mentioned it was enough.
