As soon as the door closed behind them, Florian caught the shift in the air.
"Can you handle this yourself?"
Juno's voice was low, sharp, meant only for Cindy.
"Of course," Cindy replied quickly. "I'll make sure His Highness is well taken care of."
Florian sat on the edge of the bed, one hand braced beside him. He hadn't felt sick walking back here. Tired, yes. But now, the room felt like it was gently spinning, the fatigue settling into his limbs all at once.
'That walk really shouldn't have done this,' he thought, swallowing.
He glanced up subtly, watching them through his lashes.
"Do not do anything stupid," Juno said, her tone clipped. "For some reason, His Highness is paranoid, and it's going to upset His Grace." A frown creased her face. "We can't let the prince's sensitivity make things worse."
Florian's jaw tightened.
'Sensitive?' he thought. 'I felt sick. I wasn't imagining it.'
If anything, Eldrick had been the one reacting too strongly.
