Evanna walked back up the stairs to her room with the newly replaced water in the jug. Opening the door, she found Cilv sprawled out on the bed lazily, stretching like a cat.
"What happened to you?" She smirked at Evanna's dishevelled appearance.
Ignoring her question, she walked towards the side table where she last left her glass. Grabbing the drink of water, she gulped it down thirstily; the bath and the little brawl she just had left her mouth extremely dry. However, instead of feeling better from rehydrating, she only felt pain shooting down her throat. Her hand shot out and lightly grabbed her throat, causing her to make a slight hissing sound.
Her mind then started to catch up with her. Images flashed across her eyes as she realised that she would have been in a far worse state if the elf had not intervened. She shuddered at the thought of almost being raped.
