The gentle evening light streamed into the infirmary, creating soft shadows on the white walls.
Rin was sitting upright in her bed, recovering nicely, with just a few bandages covering her forehead and arms. The soft fabric of her loose, pale gown feels light against her skin.
Her maid offered tiny pieces of fruit from a wooden bowl while perched on a stool next to her.
Rin let out a sigh, her voice a soft murmur, her pink eyes fixed on the horizon. "What keeps him from coming to see me today?"
The maid's voice was friendly and lighthearted as she offered a slice of apple. "Perhaps Lord Leonhardt caught up with things, Lady Rin. He is the section leader, right?"
Rin took the apple and chewed it with a hint of annoyance while pouting and clenching her lips. "Yes, he is the leader, all right. demonstrated it by lecturing me yesterday," she snorted, her tone mockingly annoyed.
