Faye's POV
"Does the Lord of the North truly have nothing better to occupy his time?" I questioned, glancing sideways at him. Hardy moved beside me along the infirmary's covered walkway, his steps perfectly synchronized with mine like a persistent shadow with strong opinions. "Or perhaps there's something specific you wished to discuss?"
That inquiry caused an unexpected flutter in my chest.
I gulped and averted my gaze, praying he wouldn't notice the crimson creeping up my neck.
He remained unresponsive to my probing. "Inspecting the medical quarters."
"Once more," I stated flatly. "The fourth time since dawn."
