The moment the King and Northern walked out, Roma followed. Before anyone could call her name, she bolted from the room, leaving her brother and mother staring after her with identical expressions of concern.
Eisha moved to follow, but the Queen's hand caught her arm.
"Young lady, you need not… that girl…" The Queen's voice softened. "If she stepped out, it was because she needed to."
Eisha's gaze moved between the Queen and the slightly opened door, uncertainty pulling at her chest. She was worried about Roma. All of them—they wouldn't be taking this news calmly. How could they?
After all, their mother had been sick for almost all their lives. The fact that healing might actually be possible… Eisha couldn't fathom what must be going through their minds right now. The weight of hope after so many years of accepting the inevitable.
