By the door, Lady Eira Wyndan sat on a low stool with her hands folded in her lap and her back straight against the wall. She had not spoken since escorting Cian to the room where his sister was resting, and the more she listened to him speak, the less she wanted to hear.
But Inquisitor Diarmuid had been clear about her instructions; she wasn't to let the acolyte leave the room until Lady Ashlynn came to speak to Lady Cerys. It was the first chance she'd been given to do something useful for Lady Ashlynn, and she wasn't about to fail such a simple task. Or, at least, it should have been a simple task.
