Alice barely slept the rest of the day or night, her dreams were plagued by violent nightmares from which she woke up screaming. Judas remained stationary in his chair beside the door, but not once bothered to console her. He offered her dinner at some point and she fell back into a fitful sleep, but not once did her touch her or offer her words of encouragement. He watched but never said a word.
At nine o'clock the next morning he woke her up with a firm shake.
“Time to get up.”
She moved to sit up and winced at her sore muscles and aching bones. Her body didn't want to move and a large part of her wanted to hide in bed.
“You can't lay around feeling sorry for yourself," He said.
“I'm not,” She snapped.
“There's the fire I wanted.”
She pushed back the blankets trying not to look at
