Feeding His Pumpkin
"No, he's a sweet man. He wants you to be well. I just hope he doesn't end up making poison instead," Salviana teased, a twinkle in her eye.
Jean huffed a laugh. "Lucius wouldn't poison his savior."
"Come now, you must be exhausted standing here," Salviana said, gently guiding Jean back into the bedroom.
"Thank you," Jean said earnestly, allowing herself to lean on Salviana as they moved.
The room was brighter than the rest of the quarters, sunlight filtering through sheer curtains and illuminating the modest but tidy space.
"I brought the maids to help you," Salviana said, gesturing to the three young women who stood by the doorway.
Jean's gaze flicked toward them, her expression softening. "Thank you so much, Salviana. You're too kind to me," she said, her eyes growing misty.
"You're my friend," Salviana replied, frowning slightly, as though Jean's gratitude was unnecessary.