“Sorry to interrupt,” Bray stating showing no such remorse. “But there are more pressing matters to address.” Bray inclined his head towards Taya.
“Remedy,” Amelia acknowledged. “I may be old, but I'm rarely a fool. I recognised it. But Taya, it seems you have recovered nicely. Pray tell, did our Misorian friend offer some assistance?” Bray felt his shoulders slump, his arms hanging loosely at his sides as he bowed his head. He knew by that question alone he was in trouble.
“Yes, Ma'am,” Taya confirmed. Amelia turned towards him with a sly smile, her eyes twinkling with youthful vigour.
“Well, Master Bray. Since you've shed the robe of observation and already breached one of your laws, would it hurt to extend a little further courtesy?” Amelia raised an eyebrow quizzically.
“You assume
