Yvaine, seeing hesitation upon Caelith's face, immediately bent forward again, her forehead striking the carriage floor with repeated, desperate force.
"I know this is no small matter," she cried, her voice breaking, "but I truly have no path left to walk. Life in the charity hall is no life for a human being—I will perish there if I remain!"
Her hands trembled as she pressed them to the ground.
"If you would only help me this once, then from this day forth I shall follow your command in all things. Whatever you bid of me, I will do without question!"
Caelith lowered her gaze, allowing a flicker of deliberation to pass across her features, as though torn between reluctance and forced compassion.
"At least… for the sake of the bond we once shared as sisters," she said at last, her voice soft and measured, "I shall force myself to assist you this once. But as for the heir… I dare not promise success."
