After everything was settled, Ashina finally got to enjoy her lamb chops.
"Sigh… I'm so full after dinner. I should bring a portion to Rosalia too—though I'm not sure whether she's used to human food."
She ladled a bowl of porridge and sliced two pieces of white bread, then picked up the tray. Since Rosalia's existence had to be kept secret, Ashina had been the one taking care of her these past few days.
"Rosalia's recovering well," Phield said with a yawn. "She should be able to eat and digest it. Still… I don't know when she'll wake up. You've worked hard."
"If I'd known, I wouldn't have beaten her so badly back then," Ashina muttered with a trace of regret as she headed upstairs with the tray.
Phield followed behind her. As he looked up, his gaze inevitably caught on her long, well-proportioned legs, tensing and relaxing with each step. The white stockings accentuated the lines far too well. Her slippers made soft pat-pat sounds against the stairs.
