Worried Sick

Hours passed by, Elvirita had calmed down from the destructive spiral but refused to move an inch from Rosie's grave. 

It was too painful for the fathom that she was no longer here after being by her side all the time.

Everyone came out, allowing her to mourn peacefully.

And soon sun began to set and Janessa grew worried, "She is not coming out of the cave,"

"I hope she is okay," Delvin hummed, serving food.

"She refused to eat," Khaleed sighed.

Coming back with the wooden bowl from the cave and placing it down while glancing at Zephyr who was extremely perturbed.

"Shall I go and check? I am getting anxious," She continued, rubbing her cold hands together.

"She is mourning, let her," Owen motioned her to relax.

"I still can't believe how Rosie died like this? I refused to accept it. She was right here, with us. We just slept and now look… how is this possible?"