Yeren shifted in his chair instinctively, only suffering a few splatters on his boots.
Aldrich was at her side, moving quicker than his own shadow while the other council members watched with amused expressions on their faces.
"I think she is with child." Rodick leaned to whisper to Plumette. The latter nodded in agreement, his vicious gaze fixed on her.
Aldrich began patting her back and the retching slowly ceased.
Then, the infuriating man produced a handkerchief from his coat and helped her wipe her lips.
"Forgive me." She rasped. "I didn't mean to make such a mess."
Falstaff waved high in the air nonchalantly. "No need to offer any apologies, dear girl. Such things cannot be controlled."
A look was exchanged between the men and they burst into laughter.
"Let me escort you to your chambers." Lord Bronan began saying.
"Thank you… but I can find my way myself."
