"Spend time with―" Soleia threw her hands up in the air in blatant disbelief. She all but slapped the wet towel on Ralph's face in sheer frustration, causing him to groan.
"My apologies, Sir Byrone," Soleia said, quickly folding the towel so that it rested perfectly on his forehead, revealing his tired, glassy eyes.
Ralph blinked in confusion as he gazed up at her, and she shot him a comforting smile, smoothing the blanket around him as though he was a child who needed reassurance.
"Please rest well. I'll be right back," she said before turning to Lily. "Lily, prepare my coat. I'm going to speak with Duke Elsher this instant."
"Yes, My Lady!" Lily scurried off, but Ralph reached out a trembling hand to stop Soleia.
