Healer Mae moved on reflex.
She stepped forward quickly, placing herself squarely between Lucas and Lina, her body leaning ahead—clearly shielding the girl.
"Y-Young Master," Mae said tensely, one hand lifting halfway as if to stop him.
Lucas halted.
He stared at Mae's back for a moment, then let out a quiet sigh.
Tch, he muttered. Here we go again. Drama.
Behind Mae, Lina finally moved.
Her steps were unsteady as she came forward. Her hands shook violently as she bowed—far too deeply for someone so small.
"I'm sorry!" she blurted out, her voice trembling. "I sincerely apologize to Young Master… and Lady Silvara!"
She lifted her head slightly. Her eyes were red, wet.
"I… I really need that medicine," she continued, gasping. "My grandmother is sick. If she doesn't… if she doesn't take it—"
Her body shook even harder.
Lina looked straight at Lucas.
Fear filled her eyes—the fear of someone powerless, already prepared to accept whatever punishment came.
She closed her eyes.
