The doctor wouldn't stop looking at her.
Dr. Fenris was a small man, precise in the way small men sometimes were, with sharp eyes that had been moving between her face and his notes and back again for the last ten minutes with the particular patience of someone who already had the answer and was simply waiting for her to confirm it.
Hazel sat in the chair outside Varder's room with her hands folded in her lap and her back straight and her face giving him nothing.
"You were standing near the head table," he said. Not a question.
"Yes."
"Before the prince collapsed."
"Yes."
"And you followed him here."
"I was concerned."
Fenris looked at his notes. "The guards report asking you to leave four times."
"I was very concerned."
He looked up at her. She looked back at him. Neither of them moved.
