"Then heal her," Nathan said, stepping aside so she could see.
Elin slowly turned her gaze—and froze.
There, lying atop the sheets, was Fulvia.
Fulvia offered a faint, wry smile toward Elin, whose expression was etched with bewilderment and hesitation.
"Heal her?" Elin asked, glancing toward Nathan with uncertainty clouding her usually composed face.
"Yes," Nathan replied, folding his arms as his brow furrowed slightly in irritation. "That's why I brought you here. What else did you think I was going to ask you to do?"
Elin's lips parted, but no coherent words came out. Her eyes widened. A flush bloomed across her cheeks, then deepened rapidly until her entire face was beet red. She jerked her head away, mortified, unable to meet his gaze. Her body trembled ever so slightly—not out of fear, but from sheer embarrassment.
Of course, she had thought he brought her here for something else. Something far more intimate. Something inappropriate. Something... she'd never admit aloud.
