At first Salacia did not answer. She just stared into the fire, remembering that day like it was yesterday. Her eyes slowly moved up to meet his with pain in them, she said softly almost in a whisper,<span style="font-weight: bold"> "three hundred years ago.. I have been alone for three hundred years..."</span>Salacia then stood up and walked to a window. She did not like showing anyone her vulnerable side. She placed her hands on the sill and stared outside.<br/><br/>Why is she telling him all this? Why are her emotions rising?<span style="font-weight: bold">"Yes.. Learn and move on.."</span>she mumbled, sounding distant. She can't let him see her like this.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Where is your washroom?"</span>she asked as she spun around, with a more calm expression.