The Earl opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, the infirmary door creaked open. Amilia shuffled in, dragging her feet with every step, eyes heavy with sleep and a constant stream of groggy groans escaping her lips.
"I'm coming... ugh," she muttered under her breath, clearly displeased with having been summoned in the dead of night. "Where are the second and third mage healers? Can't be the only one..." She grumbled, irritated at the thought that she might be the only healer available in the entire castle. It had to be some form of punishment from the Captain, or so she thought.
Half-asleep, Amilia didn't notice the figure in front of her and bumped into someone solid. "What the hell, buddy, move it. The Earl's waiting for me!" she snapped, still mostly in her dreamlike state.
A familiar, deep voice rumbled back, "I see I've inconvenienced you." The Earl's large hand came down to gently pat her head.
