"I see, thank you for letting me know," Soleia replied evenly, because the alternative was to hurl the contents of her already empty stomach onto Sir Penrose's pristine shoes, and she wasn't about to disgrace herself so terribly in front of him.
No, her disgrace would be saved for her dearest father. Her stomach twisted in anxiety at the thought of sharing a breakfast table with him. She had not had that particular honor ever since she had failed to manifest any sort of magical ability after his torturous training.
Her stomach twisted again, more furiously at the reminder. Had he somehow gotten wind of her using ice magic against Florian, and thus wanted to restart her training?
"Please give me some time to freshen up," Soleia added, barely managing to keep herself calm.