Preferring the Slowness

After telling his men of their plans, Desmond returned to the room where Leonor was waiting for him. Many were staying on the Martin's property so tracking them down wasn't difficult. 

When he walked through the door, the duchess looked at him hopefully, her blue eyes wide. She hoped they wouldn't have to go, but if she had to, she would have to adapt. 

No amount of healing magic could take away a hangover. Even Eve couldn't do anything for her.

"We don't have to leave today," he said to her. 

Leonor settled down with a sigh of relief. 

"Thank goodness," she muttered. "I have a headache that won't befit the bumping around of riding in a carriage. I think it might make me sick after a while." 

"We'll get an early start when we've both rested today," Desmond explained. "The marchioness seems to have woken up in a worse state than you. I told my lord to send her breakfast." 

"You used me as an excuse?" she asked, horrified.