***Ella***
"I would say...that I think that's probably true," I reply quietly. He suddenly claps his hands, making me jump.
"Where are my manners! Goodness me, I do apologise, would you like a drink?" he asks, suddenly getting up and opening a cabinet on the wall. I am a little taken aback.
"Umm, sure?" I answer hastily. I am a little surprised by his offer, but I am now wondering what sort of drink he is about to offer me. He busies himself with some clinking of glasses and puts down a glass filled with a golden liquid. I look up at him, also holding a glass of the same. I look back at the glass and hesitate.
"Trust me Eliana, it is quite safe," he says, obviously sensing my initial reluctance. I take a sip and a warm, delicious, soothing liquid snakes it's way down my throat. It warm
