"Are you worried about his lordship?" he asked, a concerned frown creasing his brow now at her strange reaction.
Belle shook her head, fear choking her throat at the possibility of that being something of the future. With the ability that came with having a dead soul attached to her, she could see death when it drew near or if it had happened. This wasn't something that had happened, but something that would.
"I'm worried about you. Can you do me a favor, Rav?" she asked softly, walking up to him.
"Anything, my lady," he replied and lowered his head, wondering why she would be worried about him when nothing had happened and he was here, safe and sound.
"Don't stray too far away from home. Stay close by, and do let me know if you're going anywhere from now on," she told him seriously. In her vision, what she saw hadn't happened anywhere near the castle or anywhere she recognized. And the blood on him had not come from a wound, but from his mouth, eyes and ears.
