She pulled the sword out, and her mother's body was crumpled on the floor, at her feet. She had already looked up the proper way to care for her sword and could do it without leaving any traces. She looked at her body - arms, and such. No blood. Good. She didn't know the best way to get rid of blood on her and not leave...
"Upstairs," Felixa replied without even needing to think, "His old room." When had the adrenaline kicked in like that? The witch felt it running through her body. Her heart pumped, and it propelled her forward, how she needed to.
"You will take him home?" Felixa asked. Once Fletcher had answered, Felixa told him to either contact her or tell Tibby he could contact her once they were done. Then the witch did what she needed to do. The sword was cleaned methodically with good technique, and it pushed her mind to the back, the way archery did or taking care of her bow did. Once it was all done, Felixa went to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet. Flushing it and cleaning out her mouth, the witch left Italy and went off on her own. She needed to be alone to think.