"Johann… I mean, Your Highness, how are you feeling?" River asked, his voice cautious as he watched Rowan sit at the table with a plate of food in front of him.
"I'm okay now," Rowan replied with a small smile, picking up his spoon. "I'm glad you managed to find somewhere to get inhibitors for me." He took a careful bite, savoring the food.
"I'm glad to hear that," Paul said, seating himself across from him while River leaned casually against the wall behind Paul, his eyes never leaving Rowan. "But are you sure you're really okay? How's your arm?"
Rowan glanced down at his arm, now healed but marked with a faint scar then he set down his spoon and met their eyes.
