"Could you lead the physician to the dining room? It should be almost time for the second meal."
Damon shrugged and slowly peeled his gaze from her. He grunted his response and started walking toward the door. Mill turned to look at the physician who already took the cue and was going after Damon.
She watched the both of them exit the room before turning her gaze back to Mauve. "Would you like to eat now or after I clean you up?" Mill asked.
Mauve looked at the bowl of water and towel and winced. There was no way she would willingly let her body be cleaned in such a manner.
"Could I have a proper bath, please?" Mauve said.
"Oh," Mill said and frowned. "I am not sure you can leave the bed yet."
"I am sure I can walk some distance, it's not like I broke my legs."
