Not to be belittled

The echoing silence fell over the room as Canillas stopped speaking. Joanna was still standing across the bed with the dagger she devotedly held in her hands, which were now calm.

She watched Canillas crouch down in front of the fireplace, placing firewood to make the sleepy flame awaken to flare. As the flame grew brighter, the red-orange glow made the line of his side profile look sharper.

It was what Joanna silently had in her sight before she tore her gaze away somewhere else when the green eyes suddenly met hers.

The sound of a crackling fire softly took over the silence in the warm-glowed room.

"In the meantime, before the situation is under control, especially when they are still wandering out there, you should be careful everywhere you are, especially when you are outdoors." Canillas resumed speaking, taking his position back on the bed.