"Why are you two suddenly so emotional?" Primrose finally spoke from the side, her voice cautious. She made no move to step between them, too afraid that if she tried, one of their hits might land on her by mistake.
"Even if you two keep fighting, nothing will change," Primrose said quietly. "Lady Lorelle will still be sick."
Leofric's teeth clenched before he shoved Edmund back with a force that came from more than anger. He turned to Primrose. "Yes, and that's exactly why I brought you here. To make her believe she's healthy, so she can at least enjoy what time she has left, instead of … drowning in bitterness every day."
He paused, his chest rising and falling before he added, "I'm not asking for a cure, because this is the end. There's nothing more we can do."
Edmund straightened his collar and replied, "You always say that. But tell me, have you really tried hard enough to find a solution?"
