“Yes, I saw that as well.” The memory of him exploring her cottage, his wide eyed innocence, burned within her mind. If she was going to do this, it would have to be soon, before she lost her nerve. Before she had a chance to change her mind. Claire gazed down at the boy for a long moment and then looked back to Bayard. “You should rest. You look as if you need it. I will make a tonic that might help break the fever before it does more damage.” She quirked a small smile. “You know where the bedroom is.”
♘— He was tired. Leo had kept him up with his abnormally jittery nature, but lads would be lads. They had shared sweet bread dipped in tea and goats milk. Then the next day had been relatively busy until he found the boy shivering on the floor, hot as a campfire. The whole ordeal had been taxing on him, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. Regardless, he did not know how to help his squire, so he nodded, returning the smile. “‘Course I do.” After pressing a quick kiss to her forehead, Bayard started walking towards the room he’d frequently visited in the past few months. “If there’s any change in his condition, wake me."
