Ava’s POV
“Good morning, Healer Ava,” a servant greeted, almost bumping into me as I stepped out of my room. He’d been heading right for me when I came out. “You have visitors.”
It was early still, the sun just climbing after last night’s late dinner.
“Visitors?” I asked, brows shooting up. “I wasn’t expecting company.”
The servant didn’t budge, just stood there awaiting orders, his face blank.
“Where are they?” I pressed, moving forward. “Are they sick?”
“They didn’t look sick to me,” he replied, tilting his head a bit. “I can send them away if you’d like…”
“No, don’t,” I interrupted. “Tell them I’ll meet them in the guest chamber shortly.”
He gave a formal nod, bowed slightly, and hurried off.
I let out a slow sigh, still groggy from the late hour. The packhouse was already aliv
