BALCROFT
Griselda stands as the knob to the door twists open. Aidan comes into the room with a man she's never seen before. He's dressed in a simple robe, his face lined with age, but his eyes intelligent as they sweep over her.
He moves with a quiet grace, his hands soft and steady as he approaches her.
"This is Marcus," Aidan says, his voice flat, devoid of emotion. "He's a healer. He's going to help you."
"I thought it might be a female." Griselda mutters under her breath, wringing her fingers.
Marcus bows his head, a gesture of respect that Griselda is still not used to.
"My lady," he says. He doesn't call her 'mistress' or 'goddess,' just 'my lady.' It's a small thing, but it helps her lower her guard, just a little.
"Griselda," she corrects him. "Please, just Griselda."
