Mothers
"Well, at the very least, one good thing happened— that Celia's injury is no longer a concern," Evanthe commented before reaching out to squeeze Martha's hand. "You have gone through a lot, Celia, and I cannot even put into words how thankful I am for everything you did for us and our children."
"It's nothing much, Your Eminence. I vowed to follow Lady Sierra in this lifetime, and her goals are my goals as well," Martha replied with a smile. She then proceeded to wrap bandages around her waist once more before pulling back her clothes down. "To be able to serve her daughter is an honor as much as it's a duty for me."
Martha turned to face the woman whose appearance was hidden by her hood. "Though I am merely your daughter's nanny, she is like family to me as well. As long as I can protect her, I don't mind losing my life."
The loyalty in her eyes was unwavering, and Sierra could only let out a sigh. As for what it's for, only she herself knew.