"Yes, my Lord," Aekeira avoided his gaze, keeping her head lowered. Something in this grand lord’s eyes made her feel apprehensive and nervous.
Something strange happened the previous night, but Aekeira abruptly shut the door on it, refusing to dwell upon it.
Emeriel finally woke during the night. After Aekeira fed her, Madam Livia had Amie prepare a basin for her to bathe in the room. Following the bath, Emeriel appeared better than she had been all day.
"How do you feel now?" Aekeira asked, once they had settled Emeriel back onto the bed.
"Better," Emeriel replied with a soft, sad smile. "For a moment there, I was beginning to think I would not make it."
Guilt filled Aekeira's eyes. "I am so sorry about—"
"Do not blame yourself, sister,” Emeriel said, grasping her sister’s hands.
