Signed

Cain came just before the morning. Disheveled and irritated, he barged inside his room only to find Naomi sleeping. He shouted at her, "Naomi!" She didn't even stir. He paced to the bed and shook her with his hands. "Get up, Naomi! Did you talk to your sister?" Once again, she didn't wake up. Instead, she just turned to the other side, mumbled something incorrigible and went off to sleep again. 

The door of the room opened and Cain whipped his head to look as to who had entered. The healer walked in. "What do you want?" Cain asked, hating the interruption. 

The healer bowed to him. "Lord Cain, I have come here to see Lady Naomi." 

Cain's brows furrowed. "Why?" 

"She had sprained her ankle yesterday and was in tremendous pain. I had to give her a sleeping draft. She won't wake up for a few more hours."