Complications

We step out the room together, Quill wearing a gray tunic, and long blue pants. He wears his boots that are a little scuffed up. Despite his casual attire, he's smoothed his wild mane of a hair. Despite what he says, I decided to wear a simple blue gown, and since my body is mostly healed, I'm able to wear a top underneath. Wearing matching blue shoes that are flat with no heels, I feel better than I have in days.

I place a hand on my hair, still a little self-conscious at the length of it. Quill notices, kissing the top of that hand.

"I assure you, my dear, you look beautiful." he says.

I want to tell him that that's not what I'm worried about, but then a servant rushes by, carrying small towels, and a bucket of water.

At my confused look, and Quill's concerned one, we follow after.

I realize the direction that he's going is where Isadora's being kept at. Alarmed, I run after the servant, Alder standing outside her door, wringing his hands.

"My lady, it's serious. It's