At first I had not noticed she was standing and not resting as she should. I was getting a few things to heal her already, it is just somethng I did. I turned back to see her almost pacing. My darken hues glared slightly.
"Well, Caja.. you need to rest. You can stay here. This land has many who are feirce and furious and will attack someone new. Our lands stretch out far and wide. Your welcome to rest here and I will be the one to heal you."
He was calm when he spoke, his tone was deep and low. His voice matched to his height of 6'5". He was no little man. He made Caja sit on the couch and relax. His eyes did most of the talking. He could tell she was not the kind to bother anyone for help when needed. I gave her something to drink, apart of the healing. I then spoke in the language only my sister could understand I began to heal upon her wounds. I was of necromancer. I had a natural ability otherwise to heal people. Soon Caja would feel the healing begin as her body just relax. She sniffed the drink before sipping from it.
"Now you must rest here. You will get very tired and want sleep. Don't worry no harm is to be brought to you here, you are safe."
One of my sisters minions took heed in taking Caja to what would be her room. It was nothing like anyone would expect with such an old castle. The room was lavished in such beauty and old style. The bed was kind size, as was in every room. The sheets were special made and of satin, with the thickest of quilts filled with down feathers. She layed down under the covers and looked to the minion and thanked him. He took off as soon as she spoke and nodded, closing her door.