Someone knocked on the door of the room he was in.
Roy raised his head and looked towards it, wondering who it could be.
"I heard a loud noise coming from your room just now. Master, are you alright?" Amelia asked Roy worriedly from behind the door.
They were separated by a wall, and she couldn't see him.
If her eyes had landed on his disheveled figure and pale, almost sickly face, she would immediately decide to stay with him and tend to him till sunrise.
"Yeah, I was just practicing singing, but I guess I got too loud. Sorry for disturbing you." Roy told a white lie to Amelia.
"Okay, I believe you." She didn't believe him, but since he was unwilling to tell her the truth, she had no desire or authority to force it out of his mouth. "I am in the room opposite yours. Please don't hesitate to seek me out if you need me. I am at your command. Whatever you want me to do, I will gladly do it for you."
