Chapter 92

"Is—is your arm all right?"

It took quite a while for the Lady to calm down. Once she'd wiped her tears away with her handkerchief, the first question she asked drew a wry smile out of me.

Siblings really are siblings. Even their questions sound alike.

"I'm fine. Here, look. Not even a mark left, right?"

I rolled up my sleeve to show her the spot where I'd been bitten. The Lady, still catching her breath in little hiccups and pressing her handkerchief to eyes gone red from crying, stared at my forearm as if she meant to bore a hole through it, then reached out and touched the place where the wound had been.

"I—I'm glad. If it had left a scar, I'd have..."

"His Grace even called in the priest for me. It healed up completely clean."

Healed completely, and yet he still wouldn't let me work. Where…