Arianna's POV.

I hissed in pain as Sofie tidied up my wounds. She raised her head to glare at me and I shut up immediately. She continued to clean them and I watched her, Sofie was just a big softie. She glared at me, but I knew that she was worried about me. That's why she was angry.

"Sofie, I didn't get seriously injured. You know that, so don't be mad, okay?" I said softly and she sighed and dropped what she held in her hands. 

"I'm not angry. I know it's not your fault, but I was wrong to take you to the west wing anyway. If I hadn't...