She Is Not My Half-Sister

"I feel unwell," said Rose to Rune. Her voice was barely audible. "Can you take me home?"

Her face paled and her body staggered. Rune quickly held her shoulder and supported her body. The man's face was filled with worry.

"Oh, no... do you need anything? A drink?" He asked Rose.

  The girl shook her head. "No. Just... take me home, please..."

"Okay." Rune waved at Jan and Terry. "Rose is unwell. I will go home with her now. Can you go back on your own?"

"Yes, sure," said Terry calmly. He turned to Jan. "We have Jan here. I am sure we can get a ride from him."

"That's right," said Jan in confirmation. "You can just take Her Grace home. I will handle everything here."

"Thank you, Jan. I know I can rely on you."  Rune turned to Rose and smiled dotingly at her. "I will carry you because you look very pale. Will that be all right?"