"... Sir Ollie is treating you the way he treats the other people who belong in his world…"
Jocelynn didn't know how to respond to Eira's statement. It felt right, but oddly, it brought her little comfort. Part of her, she realized, wanted to be special in Sir Ollie's eyes. But then, Ollie was a man who had risked his life to rescue Lady Cerys, a woman he barely knew, a woman who hated and feared witches, because it was the right thing to do.
Perhaps this really was just an instance of Sir Ollie doing what he would do for anyone…
Jocelynn sank lower in the tub, allowing the warm water to wash away the soap and as many of her worries as she could.
