"Thank you, Your Grace, for the kindness and generosity you have shown me and my daughter," the sick woman said as she bowed deeply, her frail body trembling slightly. Her young daughter stood beside her, watching in silent reverence.
Daedric, observing their condition, quickly motioned for them to rise. "Please, there is no need for such formality. You are unwell, so it is better that you remain seated," he said, his tone gentle yet firm.
He turned his attention to the young girl, who stood with quiet dignity despite the heavy burden her mother carried. "Your daughter is truly hardworking. I trust that, with the help provided, she will be able to attend a local school and continue her studies."
The woman nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude. "I will ensure it, Your Grace. Thank you for your support."
