a young woman enters
A young woman enters the room a few minutes later, concern furrowing
her pale brow. She is dressed in a long green dress with flowing
sleeves. A thin red belt, fastened with a silver clasp, lies just
below her small bossom. Her hair, as black and shiny as obsidian, is
bound in an intricate braid that falls to her waist. She holds a
candle in one delicate hand.
"Is my lord feeling better?" she asks. Her voice is as
sweet as an angel's, as clear as the clarion on the hunt.
You feel embarrassed at your nakedness, even though you are covered by
the quilt. Her green eyes question you, waiting for your
reply.
