"You have that option," Heila said curtly when Sir Rain declared that he wouldn't touch Ollie's cooking. "And in three or four days, when you're too weak to stand and lying in your own filth because of it, we'll still send a nursemaid to care for you because Lady Ashlynn hasn't commanded your death."
"Until she does," Heila said, "you're our guest and you'll be treated like one," she finished, closing the door and leaving the knights alone before any of them could respond to her.
For a moment, silence hung awkwardly in the air as everyone stared at the door as if they were listening to the sounds of Heila's cloven hooves on the stone floors and waiting for the sounds of her presence to fade away before any of them spoke.
