Zara had no way to directly walk up to Isabella and say that the dumplings and soup from yesterday had sent her running to the toilet again and again like a complete fool.
She simply could not say it.
That was because if she said it too directly, then it would sound as if she was openly accusing Isabella of harming her. And that would be a very stupid thing to do, because on the surface, Isabella had been nothing but kind to her. Yesterday, Isabella had smiled at her, welcomed her, even brought her food with her own hands. So if Zara suddenly stood here and bit the hand that fed her, then even an idiot would think she was ungrateful.
That was why she had to control herself.
That was why she had to keep that pitiful healer face on.
So Zara forced down the twisting pain in her stomach, walked toward Isabella with a strained expression, and asked in a voice that sounded weak and careful, "Why are you laughing?"
The moment she asked that, Isabella looked up at her.
