In the morning, the Elven King was no longer in bed, and the canopy still hung low, indicating that it was daytime.
After washing up and getting ready, Ilodyer left the room to find Rhys.
In the forest, he encountered Rhys and that young girl. The girl's body seemed to have recovered well, and her skin starting to regain her color.
Although a faint trace of melancholy lingered between her brows, it couldn't mask her bright smile.
"Hey, Rhys." Ilodyer stepped out from the shadow of the branches, and standing before them.
"Ah!" The girl, upon seeing Ilodyer, hid behind Rhys, and clutching onto his clothes tightly.
"Is this how you talk to someone who saved your life? Is this how your royal etiquette teaches you to behave?" Ilodyer approached the girl discontentedly.
Rhys smiled, defending the girl, "She remembers how you looked that day, she's just a bit scared," he said, while patting the girl's back.
