Later, that day, I was still thinking about Grandma, when Nessa came over. "Elphaba, I think it's time you accepted your great-grandmother's death and let her go," Nessa said coldly.
Galinda hurried over and snapped, "Shut up, Nessarose! Let Elphaba grieve in her own way!"
I looked up at the blonde and she said, "I'll explain later."
I nodded and that night, we returned to our room.
"Galinda, thank you," I said, hugging my friend.
"Actually, Elphie, I promised your Aunt Sophie that I'd look out for you until we returned to Paris," Galinda explained.
"Either way, thank you," I smiled.
The next day, we set out for St. Petersburg.
