At the doorway stood the Baroness and Matruska.
Silvara reacted immediately. She set the plate down on the small table beside the bed, then straightened and gave a crisp bow.
"My Lady."
"Lady Matruska."
Matruska covered her mouth with the back of her hand, letting out a small, soundless laugh. Her shoulders lifted slightly, clearly holding back amusement.
The Baroness, on the other hand, fell silent.
Her gaze shifted from Silvara… to the plate… then to Lucas, who was still sitting weakly on the bed, a visible smear of food on his chin.
The Baroness let out a soft breath, her expression turning into one of confusion and curiosity.
In her mind, a conclusion formed almost instantly.
Lucian must have forced her.
Matruska took a half step forward, a faint smile still lingering, difficult to fully hide.
"Forgive me, Young Master," she said lightly, almost casually. "May I come in?"
Lucas blinked once.
