"Bless you, Lady Hastings," Thomas said after Ophelia sneezed.
"Perhaps it is time I wear a coat," Ophelia said, realising Dante was right that she could fall ill.
"You have been running around since news of the Valthorns came to you. It is time that you rest. If there is news, I will personally deliver it to you," Thomas promised.
"I don't think I will be able to sleep. My husband is away, and a man I was once afraid of is bringing an army toward us. I am nervous about tomorrow morning, though I am also confident we will win. Send word to my husband in the morning," Ophelia ordered Thomas.
Ophelia hoped to receive a message of how far Dante had reached tomorrow.
"I am tempted to have a little bit of wine. I will set aside a bottle for Dante and me to enjoy when he is back safe and sound. I won't keep you from your dinner. Please, do eat," Ophelia urged Thomas.
"I cannot leave your side now-"
