Elsie's pov

Elsie woke up groggy and disoriented, her body aching from yet another restless night. She had almost hurt Madriod in her sleep, and the guilt weighed heavily on her. She found him in the kitchen, brewing a pot of coffee. He looked up as she entered, a soft smile on his face despite the worry in his eyes.

"Good...good morning, Elsie. How are you feeling?" he stuttered when he saw her, he was about to handing her a mug of steaming coffee when he remembered that she might still be upset with him.

Elsie's face lit up in a wide smile and before she reached out to take...