The witch's tower: The last witch's curse

Spellcast 11: Cor malefica 1

"Mistress, I do understand your feelings, but did you have to kill us so abruptly like that? At least a warning might have been nice..." Ciel informed Rosalyn, flying over to the end post at the bottom of her bed. There didn't come a reply as the small lump in the duvet where Rosalyn was, shuffled a little more, only to bury her further within her blankets. Ciel's eyes grew rather pitiful for his mistress as he watched her quietly... This had indeed become a disaster...

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!

Arthur lay in his bed, rather awake by the time that Break's queued knocking came to the door...For the past few minutes all he had done was lie down within his bed and think, his mind an absolute whirl. And though his body had slept, his mind felt as though it had not gotten any sort of sleep in a very long time...
'I don't make a habit of kissing people randomly for no reason you know...'
Arthur sat up with a sigh, his faced extremely perplexed... In less than a good hour or so, he had seen multiple sides to Rosalyn he never thought he would see... And he perhaps should never of seen. His raised his hand to his lips faintly, his contract seal scar remaining strong against his hand , when he then paused, looking to his door... Before he decided to get up... He really did not want to return to the tower this time...

Arthur opened his door wearily, as he expected Break to confront him with the usual sharp judgemental glare as he handed over his sword. Yet, as he opened the door, though he found Break, he found Break in quite the unsteady manner, as he stood at Arthur's door with a pant, much to Arthur's surprise.
"Break...? What's wrong?" He inquired slowly, as Break blinked twice at Arthur, trying to catch his breath. Before he then picked up Arthur's sword, pointing at it with an ashen expression.
"Wh-What's wrong?? What isn't wrong? You actually did this much damage to your sword in one day?" Break questioned in disbelief, as at first, Arthur didn't quite understand what he meant... However, it gradually came to his understanding, that now Break had also broken out of the binds of the curse, and was now recalling the time restarts... "Di-Didn't you set off yesterday? Why are you so snug in bed so early??" Break questioned, as Arthur gave a faint laugh to himself, looking down in a tired and somewhat miserable way.
"It's a long story..." Arthur replied, as Break flinched a little at his words, at first going to make a slight rant at Arthur about how no long story could blunt a weapon that quickly... However, as he noticed that Arthur was acting rather odd, he lowered the sword a little, tilting his head a little with a raised eyebrow.
"Come to the forge for breakfast whilst I fix your blade, and I'm all ears..."

"Mistress, are you going to get out of bed...? I understand you mood right now, but you can't mope around all day..." Ciel pointed out, glancing over to the bed which still had Rosalyn huddled up within it... For a few passing moments, the bed didn't stir, not a sound coming from within it... Yet, just as Ciel was assuming that she wouldn't, Rosalyn slowly sat up, the cover's falling from around her as she stared forwards gloomily... And it was upon seeing that she actually would get up, Ciel jumped up a little. "Good morning mistress!" Ciel chimed as Rosalyn nodded quietly, her eyes kept to her lap.
"Morning Ciel..." She began, not really feeling in the mood to strike much conversation up as Ciel flew beside her. She remained silent for a few moments, trying to configure who own thoughts as she stared blankly forwards... When she then made a glance to the window behind them.
"Shouldn't you be heading out already...? You won't catch Arthur just staying here..." Rosalyn mentioned, as Ciel gave a somewhat perplexed expression her words, before hopping beside her, getting comfortable upon the bed.
"Yes, well I figured Arthur wouldn't mind me spending the day here this time... He knows how the rules go..." Ciel explained, as Rosalyn go to her feet, quietly, walking over to bookcase upon her side, grabbing her bowl down to prepare herself for making potions for the villagers at the edge of the plagued lands.
"Is that so..." She mentioned quietly, placing her bowl down and grabbing a white budding flower from off another shelf in the kitchen, placing it within the bowl, before she then used her magic to use a baton to start mashing the flowers up. Ciel watched Rosalyn walk back over to the window nonchalantly using magic to bring up a brush as she then began to quietly brush her hair... And then returned the painfully awkward silence and tense atmosphere once more, one in which Ciel couldn't bear anymore as he then flew over to the book stand before the window, perching upon it to talk to her properly.