Damian lay upon the triclinium while Alice carefully wrapped bandages around his ruined right arm, each movement deliberate as she tried not to worsen the damage beneath the cloth.
Mary sat behind him, gently cleaning the moisture from his long white hair while Rah stood beside the chair holding a small container of ointment that Alice had already applied to the charred flesh.
Loth remained near the bathhouse entrance, waiting for further instructions, when the door finally opened and William stepped inside.
The Grand Chamberlain's gaze immediately settled on Damian, and for the first time since entering the room, his tense expression eased slightly. Some colour had returned to Damian's pale skin, although he still looked nothing like the Prince who had entered the battle earlier that day.
