She made a noise when Arthur suddenly lifted her off the ground. She could walk. It was just her shoulder, but she was grateful for his assistance. Ariadne's head found his shoulder again.

She couldn't help but gawk at the inside of her home. It was gorgeous and everything was so elegant. She could see how Arthur and her got along. He was very much the same way.

Ariadne sat on the stool when she was taken to the kitchen. She had bled quite a bit. Her arm was red as well as there being streaks down the dress. She cringed. It was a lovely dress and no doubt expensive. After he removed the handkerchief, there was still a trickle of blood. The bleeding had slowed, but Ariadne was a little weak.

She attempted a smile, her good hand lightly touching his face. "See. I'm still alive." Her voice was soft.