“Relax,” he said with infuriating calm. “That’s not important, I heard you were gravely ill. But judging by how energetic you sound, seems like you are ok.”
It took me a moment to process his words. Then realization hit me like a thunderclap. “Oh no,” I groaned. “That was just a lie to avoid going to those boring tea parties. I’m not sick. Sorry to make you worried and I have probably disturbed your work, you can go back now. ”
Idris raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “I rode nonstop to get here, thinking you were on your deathbed. And now you’re telling me it was a lie. Not only that, you are now sending me back?”
I frowned, guilt creeping in. “I’m sorry. Really. But you don’t have to stay. I’m perfectly fine.”
To my surprise, Idris’s expression softened. “You’re so quick to send
