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Demi’s pov

After waiting a long while, the door to my room creaked open and the woman came in giving me an opportunity to look at her for the first time.

She offered me a smile, one that matched her dazzling angelic face. Her hair was white, pulled back and tied in a bun. Her blue eyes twinkled when her smile widened and she walked over to where Haris was.

"Oh, my little cutie is asleep already." She rubbed her hand over his head, "Sleep well dear."

She sounded like a fairy godmother and her presence eased me.

"I am Elara And how are you doing today dear?" Her attention was turned to me as she got closer to my bedside, "I know your hand was hurt, do you mind telling me all about it?"

In as much as I found her calming, I cowered away in fear as she brought her hand out to touch my forehead and she dropped it to her side, a sad look on her face.

"You know I have a daughter your age." She began to speak in her sweet soft tone, "Sweet girl she is, just like you are. But she's away for her