"Sure is a lot of commotion out there," Haima says, peering out the window of Ordella's makeshift infirmary. Godrick lies facedown on the bed next to her. His injuries were far more severe - Haima's are more emotional scars than anything.
Never before has someone resisted her technique so easily. It was as if her power were meaningless before the Sentinel Donatella. She, the forsaken prodigy of the Gore family…
Haima stares drearily out the window, ruminating. She sees King Clancy having an animated chat with some of the townsfolk, who are giving him a tour of the town.
Knowing the mighty king as well as she does, he's probably inquiring about the availability of prostitutes.
Haima moves from the window, closing the blinds and climbing back into her bed. She pulls up the covers and watches Godrick. He didn't answer her earlier comment - he's likely fast asleep, by Haima's guess.
