Escape from the witch

You opened your eyes to find yourself wrapped in a bed. The room you were in was definitely not the same as the one you had lived in before. Wooden walls and floors, warm candlelight from wall sconces, a bookcase with a huge number of books, a desk and this light floral scent, everything here exuded coziness and warmth. Stars and treetops were visible outside the window. The atmosphere of this place slowly lulled you to sleep, but you were interrupted from drifting off to the kingdom of Morpheus by a knock on the door and a gentle female voice. "I'm coming in." The door creaked open and a young girl in dark robes decorated with lace and gems entered the room. She was carrying a bowl of soup in her hands. "Oh, you're awake now, darling." With a slight but warm smile, she put the bowl on the desk and turned her gaze to you. "How are you feeling?"