After Ingrid had managed to compose herself, Dr. Sabine stepped out of the tent to update the guards. A quick scan of the surroundings revealed the absence of any knights except for Caym.
"Greetings, Grand Commander," she acknowledged. "The guards..."
"Please stay with the princess while I summon her maid," Caym interrupted, his tone firm, and then departed.
Dr. Sabine observed his departure in silence before reentering the tent.
Inside, Ingrid sat on her chair, her eyes still puffy from crying. The air was thick with the remnants of emotional turmoil, and the dim light within the tent cast a somber atmosphere. Dr. Sabine took a moment to assess Ingrid's state, her experienced eyes noting the traces of distress that lingered.
"Your Highness," she began gently, "Your maid will arrive any moment."
