He caught the healer as she started to head from his den. He missed being inside the stone walls, and grated a little on the fact that he could no longer work on improving the space, as he steadily had been these last few weeks. He missed Zee as well, but obeyed the healer as she commanded him away. Both because she was the healer, and because he did not want to put himself beside Zee right now, as much as he wished to be there.
He needed to speak to Luce, both about what happened, and why because it was clear now that he could no longer keep this secret. It had almost killed Zee, and it could put others in danger as well. He hated the idea, he hated the thought that Luce might try to ban him from both Zee and Deathbelle. He reminded himself that he was Samurai, with soft promises of becoming Daimyo. He did not have to take Luce’s words as law, even if it was ingrained in him to do so. He didn’t even yet know what she had heard that night.
“Lady Lucretia” he said softly, in an attempt to draw her attention. “I must speak with you” he shifted his weight almost imperceptible, a subtle sign of his discomfort. “It can not wait”
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