It was strange, yes— but not enough to hold his attention for long.
"Some kind of oil, perhaps. Medicinal," he thought. "Or something she used for herself."
A quiet breath left him, and without another thought, he set the bottle back where he had found it, his attention shifting back to getting the dresses.
He picked out another one that looked just as good as the first, even softer, thinner, and easier to slip on without causing her pain.
"Good," he muttered.
Without another glance at the bottles, he turned and left the room.
Warm air met him first as he walked into his room, followed by the faint scent of clean water and damp cloth. The room was still, calm—but not empty.
Lina stood near the bed, her hands clasped lightly before her, and her gaze fixed on Morvienne. Concern w
