Chapter Five
SARAH
I opened the door and stepped back into the warm bedroom. “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
The maid looked up as I re-entered the room, wrapped in a fluffy robe. I was loose-limbed and warmed through after my bath, and I smiled when I saw she had laid out some garments for me over the bed.
“It’s Isla, ma’am—I mean, Sarah.”
“Isla.” I padded toward her, sparing a glance at the other bed. “My sister... did she wake at all while I was gone?”
My heart sank when Isla shook her head.
“No. I kept an eye on her, but she didn’t stir. She seems peaceful enough,” the maid added, clearly catching my look of dismay. “And the physician came earlier and checked you both over. He said you will both need food and drink and rest, but that, physically, you will be all right.”
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