Callis strolled along the cloister in solitude, making her way towards the treatment room. Despite attempting to rest as her brother had advised her, sleep had eluded her.
Dark shadows tinged the skin beneath her eyes, and a sombre expression clouded her face, exacerbated by the absence of news regarding Rafe's condition.
Seeking solace, she had ventured into the garden earlier to calm her troubled mind, yet thoughts of her husband only served to unsettle her heart.
How was he faring? Was he recovering?
Regret and guilt gnawed at her conscience. Had she not pushed for intimacy the previous night, the healer might not have experienced the severe nosebleed and subsequent fainting spell. As she neared the treatment room, uncertainty crept in.
What if Rafe refused to see her after the incident?
