Rough Night?

Aurelia winced slightly as Caedes confirmed her suspicions about the inflammation of her wound. Though relieved that it wasn't infected, she couldn't shake the unease that settled in the pit of her stomach at the thought of it worsening. She nodded in acknowledgment of Caedes's assessment, her expression reflecting a mixture of gratitude and apprehension. She watched in silence as he prepared the salve, noting the methodical precision with which he worked. Despite his stoic demeanor, she couldn't help but feel a sense of reassurance in his presence. There was something comforting about his focused attention, his skilled hands working diligently to alleviate her pain.

As Caedes began to apply the salve to her wound, Aurelia couldn't help but relax slightly, the soothing sensation providing a welcome reprieve from the throbbing ache. She offered him a small, appreciative grin, though her attention remained guarded and fixed ahead.

"Do you think he'll be upset with you?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.  Despite her reservations about Caedes, she couldn't deny the relief she felt at his assistance. She knew that without him, tending to her wounds would have been an even more arduous task.

"Aurelia Veratti"