The journey to the hot springs village in Valerosa was marked by a certain tension between Isabella and Casmir. As they traversed the familiar terrain, the air was heavy with unspoken thoughts.
Isabella couldn't shake the feeling that Casmir was keeping something from her, something related to the recent turmoil with Prince Alexander. She decided to probe discreetly, choosing her words carefully as they walked together.
"So, Casmir," she began, her voice casual, "I've been thinking about our journey. It's not just about collecting these herbs, is it? There's something more to it, isn't there?"
Casmir glanced at her, his expression guarded. "What do you mean, Isabella?"
She offered a small smile, her eyes never leaving his. "I mean, this journey feels... personal. Like there's more at stake than just the cure for my illness. Am I right?"
