Third Person's POV
Finally, after a few more fluttering breaths, her heaving chest began to settle beneath her modest maid's dress.
After composing herself, she answered his unspoken question with a clearer tone,
"When you left with that lady… your companions waited for a few hours. But after you didn't return, the blond-haired young lord took them with him."
Ethan's brows furrowed again.
"Where did they go?" he asked, his voice now sharp with concern.
She hesitated for a moment, but remembering something, she started walking toward the door and signaled him to follow.
They stepped outside together, and she pointed toward the sloping path that led downhill, toward the town below, nestled between the ridges.
Realization dawned on Ethan, and he nodded in thanks and turned to leave when a hesitant voice called out behind him.
"A-Are you leaving… young lord?"
He paused on hearing the cute stammer and looked over his shoulder with a grin and a teasing tone.
