Cedric's face was stoic, making it hard for Abrielle to know if he was joking or not. "The best remedy will be to get you out of the dress. It must be hard being in that corset all day." He casually stated like it was no big deal saying she should strip in a carriage.
"You must be joking. Right?" Abrielle chuckled, brushing off his words. Finally, a smirk graced his words. "Not really, it doesn't sound like a bad idea, but I understand that you would rather endure the discomfort than get out of the dress. " He answered.
A black smoke-like particle started leaving his fingertips while he continued rubbing her feet, and the pain slowly disappeared. Abrielle was surprised at his healing techniques. It was different from what she had envisioned. "Why is it black instead of green?" She curiously asked. Her head was even getting clear, and her stomach upset recovered.