"Is she alright?" Olivia's voice broke the silence as soon as they stepped into the estate's foyer, her concern laid bare in the urgency of her tone.
"She's fine," Sophia replied, her breath steady but her shoulders heavy with fatigue. "All her wounds—internal and external—have healed, at least the ones that can be seen." She turned toward Simmons, who stood waiting nearby, and gestured softly. "Please bring her to her chambers. She asked for food—something rich in protein. More meat."
"I'll take care of it," Claire said quickly, already reaching for her ledger and preparing to contact the estate's trusted merchants. "I'll place a rush order for fresh meat—beef, lamb, anything she needs."
From just behind Olivia, Haley stepped forward, her voice quiet but tinged with worry. "How was it?"
