Aria's POV Riven pushed the door open and stood aside. Marta came in the way she always did, like the room had been expecting her, her basket over one arm and a bowl of steaming water balanced in her other hand. She took one look at Olive and set everything down on the table without a word. “I’ll leave you ladies to it,” Riven said quietly. He caught my eye briefly before he pulled the door closed. Something passed between us. Not words, just the particular look of someone putting everything they wanted to say in a place they’d come back to later. The latch clicked. Marta was already moving. “Chair closer to the light,” she said to me. I shifted it without being asked. She pulled a second stool up behind Olive and sat, dipping a clean cloth into the steaming water, wringing it out with practiced hands. “I need to take what’s left of this off,” she said to Olive. Matter of fact. No softness in it but no harshness either. Olive nodded once. Marta peeled the torn fabric away f
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