While Virve carried Isabell away so that Heila could tend to her injuries, another healer was tending to their patient in one of the most private bed chambers of Lothian Manor.
The bedchamber felt hushed and intimate compared to the grand halls of Lothian Manor, with thick stone walls that muffled the sounds of the household's daily activities. Gray autumn light filtered weakly through diamond-paned windows, casting shifting shadows across the room as heavy clouds rolled overhead.
Rain drummed steadily against the thick glass, creating rivulets that distorted the view of the courtyard below while a fire crackled in the room's small hearth, providing just enough warmth to press back against the damp chill that seemed to seep through the manor's ancient stones.
