The physician, however, seemed in good spirits. "Just prescribe her some remedies to help her recover," he said, pausing before adding, "My condolences."
Feeling the weight of their gazes on me, I instinctively lowered my head even more.
Perhaps Cassian didn't want outsiders to witness this scene; he quickly ushered everyone out, including me.
As I walked over the bridge, heading back to my room, someone blocked my path.
"I'm Wesson Augustine," he introduced himself, the physician from earlier.
I blinked in surprise and nodded, fumbling in my pocket to pull out the sachet I had found, not wanting to engage in conversation, and turned to leave.
Wesson had a faint, pleasant scent of herbs about him, and he stepped in front of me, blocking my way. "You look unwell; how about I give you a check-up?"
His eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, but I didn't understand his intentions and declined his offer.
"Come on, let me repay your kindness!" he insisted, his face calm but his words persistent.
I was at my wit's end. Just as I thought he would follow me into my private quarters, I finally relented and let him examine me.