Lucius finished the food and laid back down with a quiet sigh.
His body felt like it weighed twice as much as normal, the lingering ache behind his eyes finally dulling.
Luna, shy as ever, collected the empty bowl with careful hands.
"I'll… I'll just go wash this," she mumbled before padding downstairs.
Emilia, who had been half glaring and half sulking the whole time, finally stood as well.
"I'll leave too," she muttered, masking her frustration with indifference. "Not like you need me here anyway."
The door clicked softly behind her, leaving only Lucius and Villy in the room.
Villy wasted no time.
She reached at the table, pulled out the slim packet of medicine, and popped it open with practiced ease.
She handed him a single pill along with a fresh cup of water.
"My lord," she said gently, her dwarven voice carrying an unusual warmth, "you'll feel incredibly sleepy after this, but by the time you wake, your fever will have broken."
