Chapter Forty
Mirashael’s Plan
Mirashael hovered around the huge soft bed, a shadowy shape in slippered feet.
Leahät yawned and stretched a little, more comfortable than she thought she’d ever been, and he parted the curtain to look inside.
“Ah, dearest lady, you are awake?”
His expression was so anxious, she tried not to smile.
“Feeling better, yes? Your color is certainly much, much better! Shall I bring you something? Some food perhaps, luscious fruit from the Faraway Isles, or a lovely cold guerdi to quench your thirst?”
She groaned weakly, just for effect, and passed him an image of a steaming pot of tea. “Only if it’s not too much trouble?” she murmured.
As Mirashael dashed off to comply she added two cups to the image, and a small pot of honey – she did like some honey in he
