“Barbara, I think it might be best if you reconsidered.” Timothee whispered to me just as I was feeling better, taking my hand and kissing it once more. “This is a great opportunity, dear. Besides... Dwarf Altairs knows Fae Aurora.”
I fell silent; Dwarf Altairs was no longer there. He had returned to his pavilion, feeling unwell. I sighed, folding my legs wearily, fists clenched on my thighs. Timothee gently stroked my back, trying to soothe me.
I was still pondering Fae Aurora’s last words. “I just don’t understand why he doesn’t want to train me himself, Timmy.”
“Let it go. Don’t dwell on it. If you think about it too much, you might fall ill. It’s getting late, darling. You should take a bath and rest,” Timothee squeezed my hand.
“Timmy, don’t you find it a bit strange?” I turned to
