Lysandra looked down at the girl, her expression one of bored pity as she adjusted her sleeve, barely glancing at the poor maid.
"And what could a simple maid possibly offer us?" she shrugged. "Besides, Lucian is beyond the help of medicine or magic. There is no helping him now. I mean, look at reality, Aria. A bird with torn wings doesn't get to fly again. It just waits in the dirt to be eaten by the hounds. He is already a corpse breathing out of habit."
Cassia's eyes flickered. She didn't say a word, but she moved her elbow sharply catching Lysandra lightly in the ribs.
"Ow — hey, I was telling the truth," she groaned, rubbing her side as she caught Cassia's flat, unreadable gaze.
"Alright, alright! Hmph. I suppose we can take a look."
A few minutes later, the three of them stood outside his room.
Lysandra slightly leaned and called out through the door.
