Aria woke up the next morning with a feeling of trepidation in her heart. The collar around her neck didn't help, as it was the first thing she heard as she stirred awake.
It also didn't help that the day before, it wasn't until just before midnight that she could finally move her body after being frozen solid for hours.
Rymora didn't say a word, nor did she reach for a piece of paper to scribble on, but her eyes said enough—with a hint of concern—as she silently attended to her the second she woke up.
It was clear that Rymora had woken up an hour before, going as far as to lay out her outfit for the day, which Aria struggled not to stare at.
The threats still rang clearly in her head, and worse was the fear that hammered in her heart at what would happen if she failed to follow the instructions he had given her.
