"Is this true?" Solaine asked, glancing over his shoulder at the green-haired woman who was adjusting the bandages wrapped around his chest. She held a pin between her lips as she worked, fingers deftly securing the cloth over his bruises.
Lunaris nodded, her gaze steady but her lips tugging at the edges. "Yes, young master. It appears the young lord declined your father's invitation to stay in the manor," she replied, taking a step back to admire her handiwork. "He's chosen to reside in the city barracks instead."
Solaine clicked his tongue, irritation flashing across his face as his hand instinctively drifted to his sore shoulder—a gesture that didn't go unnoticed by Lunaris, whose smirk grew ever so slightly.
"Still brooding over the 'thorough beating' you received from the young lord, are we?" she remarked, her tone as smooth as ever, though her eyes sparkled with barely-contained amusement.