Beatrice quickly pulled away from Gilbert, straightening her dress and composing herself. Gilbert followed suit, trying to hide the disappointment on his face.
"Yes, Arthur, I'm here," Beatrice replied, her voice sounding a little strained and she rolled her eyes annoyed with her brother's presence.
Arthur approached Beatrice, his eyes scanning the scene before him. "Ah, Priest, I see you're here as well," he said, a hint of suspicion in his voice.
Gilbert stood up, offering a polite bow. "Yes, I came to check on Lady Beatrice's amulet and her condition," he replied smoothly.
Arthur's words were sharp and curt, and his body language matched. "You don't need to come here every so often, just for that amulet. It's a waste of your time." He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring at Gilbert with a look of disdain.
Gilbert bristled at Arthur's rude tone but managed to keep his composure. "I understand," he said. "I'll make sure to only come when necessary."
