Lina entered first, her steps small and hesitant.
Behind her, Healer Mae lifted her simple skirt slightly so it wouldn't snag, then sat down with a neat, proper posture.
"Good morning, Young Master," Mae greeted politely, giving a light bow.
"G–good morning, Young Master," Lina added quickly, bowing as well.
"Morning," Lucas replied curtly.
The carriage door closed.
The wheels began to move again.
A few seconds passed.
Silence.
Awkward silence.
Lucas leaned back slightly, his gaze empty as he stared out the window. There was a clear sense of discomfort—not anger, but something off. Too cramped. Too close. Too… improper.
Geralt noticed it.
And his face went pale at once.
…Oh no.
The Young Master should be riding a proper wagon.
Not a low, common carriage like this.
His hands trembled in his lap.
On the other side, Mae began to think as well.
Why… is the Young Master here?
A public carriage. Narrow. Noisy. No curtains. No attendants.
Why would he ride this?
