The only thing the dwarf woman could deduce was maybe it was because of his wood element.
That was why his scent was so intoxicating.
But all she knew was that… she would need to inhale later.
"Alright, you can leave," Villy said crisply, but Emilia folded her hands with a stubborn glare.
"I want to see how you will take care of him."
The younger woman shoved the half-burned uniform aside, feigning nonchalance.
Her cheeks were still red from being caught sniffing it earlier, but her eyes — half-concern, half-pride remained glued to Lucius's unconscious form.
"…Fine." Villy sighed, though her patience was thin.
She reached into the pocket of her maid's dress and pulled out a slim packet of medicine.
The wrapping crinkled softly as she placed it neatly on the small table by the bed.
"It's a blend made for this exact condition," she explained matter-of-factly. "It will help him rest. But he must eat first otherwise the medicine will only weaken him."
