The group settled in an inn in a town a few miles away from the tavern named Isla. The knights didn't get a room, and instead chose to recuperate in the pub below the blue bloods quarters. Wilhelmina stayed with the weary Amara, who had spent a good amount of time healing the injured while the Crown Prince spent the room with his attendant.
The night was young but their bodies were old.
The handmaiden pulls a blanket over the noble woman. She stares at Amara with concern, knowing that she was more than exhausted both in body and spirit.
"Rest." Kalel caresses the young woman's face and traces his finger on her cheek, garnering a stabbing look from Wilhelmina.
Amara looks up at him with her snowflakes and whispers, "Are you sure you're all right now?"
He smiles, "Yes, you healed all
