Unfortunately, it also made getting out of a sedan chair rather inconvenient.
Sol's first attempt was slightly awkward.
His boot caught against the edge of the wooden step, and he instinctively tightened his grip on Heena's hand.
"Wait."
Heena immediately stopped him.
She moved a little closer, keeping her injured right hand away from his robes.
"Lift your foot a little higher. There you go."
Sol followed her instructions.
This time, he managed to step down without stumbling.
Heena stood firmly beside him, taking a little of his weight until both his boots were safely on the packed dirt of the courtyard.
Only then did she release a small breath.
"Are you all right?"
Sol nodded.
"Good."
It was a simple exchange, but the people watching found it surprisingly interesting.
The infamous Boss Heena, who was known for her sharp tongue and unwillingness to tolerate nonsense, had just patiently helped her groom out of a sedan chair.
A few women exchanged meaningful glances.
