"Hm, a pity. Those treats taste really great. They are made by our excellent cook. Are you sure you don't want a bite?"
Elain subtly glared at Rafelius, refusing to give the plate of sweets another look. She must not be tempted. She had been following the rules strictly until this day, and she wouldn't give in to temptation just because of this man urging her.
His eyebrow raised. "Having a bite won't harm your health. How are you feeling these days, by the way? I suppose you have been well?"
"I have been well, yes," she said, but there was something in his eyes she could tell was suspicion. She didn't know what he was suspecting, but it made her nervous nevertheless.
"My family knows a great physician. I don't mind sending him to your home to examine you properly. Perhaps he knows a way to strengthen your vitality."
Elain's lips parted.
"T-that is not necessary, Mr. Greyford. My aunt and uncle have hired a physician for me, and I assure you he is an expert."
