Seren also hurried towards her side, and the woman weakly smiled at her as she waved the physician away, silently telling him she could stand on her own.
"My Lady, you have returned."
Seren gripped her hand, and her heart trembled when she realized how frail her nanny had become. Pale and thin, lips looking paper white…Seren could almost see the veins on the back of her nanny's hand.
"M-Martha, what, how are you? W-Why do you look…what—?"
"I am fine, my lady, ah, no, Your Majesty," came the weak but pleasant voice of the woman. Though it was obvious she was unwell, her gray eyes were filled with warmth now that the two of them had reunited.
Seeing Seren had brought Martha happiness, but seeing Martha had brought Seren heartache.
"No, you don't look fine at all, Martha."
