William frowned. He hadn't said a word and she was already trying to get rid of him.
Without preamble, he said, "Your ladies say you've been unwell but won't see a physician. And you look pale. Have you at least asked Tession for a remedy?"
"It's fine, I'll be alright." Camilla's eyes flitted around the room anxiously but refused to look at him directly. "I just need to rest." She had her arms wrapped around herself like some sort of shield.
William stared for a while, at her white, drawn face and eyes full of fear. To be honest, she looked more distraught to him than ill. There was something lost and fragile in her expression that he'd never seen, not even when he'd first brought her to Islia after her family's deaths.
It looked like she was afraid of something. She seemed too scared to even look at him.
