Chapter 33 Reluctant to Let Go of the Softness

• "How is the injury on your hand?" Althea took a light sip of tea from the cup in her hands.
• Aurelia instinctively withdrew her hand slightly, her smile tinged with a hint of embarrassment. "It's just a small scratch. I didn't mean to trouble you by worrying over it."
• "Last night, Faelan arranged for Jules to fetch medicine from the pharmacy in the dead of night. I thought it was something serious and spent the whole night on edge. Upon hearing you say this now, I feel relieved," Althea replied, setting her cup down.