The sound of gentle birdsong rang out in soft rising and falling waves, creating a soft melody that seemed to play in time with the gentle touch of the wind, shaking the leaves of the trees that it whispered through. The soft bustling of all who lived in the large home upon the side of the mountain gave a feeling of life to the area, but event that soft welcoming sound did not stir the broken life within.
Warm morning sunlight filtered in the open window, lightly touching the pale skin of the woman who sat silently staring out at the rolling trees and open meadow before her. Her eyes we blank, as if she could no longer see and she sat, unmoving in a chair that was positioned to face the window before her. She was gaunt and her limbs limp like that of a doll that was tossed aside years before.
A gentle continuous breath was the only indication that the woman in the chair was still living, as nothing else seemed to give a sign that she was alive. The soft sound of a door opening broke the soft hum that had fallen over the room and a male in a finely tailored suit walked into the room, his eyes gazing over his half-rimmed glasses at the woman who sat unmoving before the window.
"How are you today, my lady?" The brunette asked, his voice a soft rumble in his chest as he continued his path forward to stand next to the woman who had yet to respond. "It is quite a lovely day outside, perhaps we should go through the gardens today." Still, there was n response from the woman who sat, looking out at the land before her, eyes blankly staring out.
The man's eyes scanned over the unmoving form before him, taking note of the lack of change in the woman. It had been this way every day for the past month since she had come to the estate and his master assigned him to look over the well being of the woman. She hardly moved and never spoke, perhaps she was just gone and there was nothing left of the woman she used to be.
The man reached up and grabbed the handles of the chair she sat in, turning it away from the window and slowly wheeling it out of the room to where his master waited. Everyday, the master of the house checked in on the woman and assessed her behavior or lack-thereof, keeping an eye on the woman's delicate state and progression of the life that grew within her.
The man paused at the large double doors, knocking lightly and waiting until her heard the deep booming voice of his master call out for him to enter. This he did without hesitation gently pushing the chair into the room as well, greeting his master with a bow of his head. "There is no change in her behavior that I notice today, Silva." Silva nodded standing from where he was sitting, striding over to the female.
It would seem unusual to any who did not know the family intimately for the famed assassin family to take in an unrelated woman and to take care of her in any way. But, to those who knew the family through work or being close to them knew that the family held a certain species in high regard and that this woman had encountered and, in part, become one of these creatures.
It was true the Zoldycks were known to be cold and uncaring, but they had a certain respect and regard for the creature some knew as dragons and others knew as demons. The woman had encountered and fought against a particularly strong specimen and had come out on top, making her a respectable person to the family of assassins. They saw it almost as a duty to care for the female as she was one they respected and held in high regard.
The woman was slowly improving on a day to day basis, but she was still no here near being fully healed. She would respond to some things, as far and few between they were, but it was much more than the first week when she arrived. Gotoh saw no change in her behavior, but he trusted that his masters Silva and Zeno could see more change in the woman than he could. He would simply have to trust that the woman he had never spoken to was indeed healing.