Schubert frowned. "We've done all we can by keeping up the act for the young miss here. That's the best way we can help her. Alright, stop overthinking it. I expect someone from the Imperial City will be here before long."
Moran clutched his chest with practiced ease, instantly transforming into a frail, delicate flower. "I'll go back to my room to rest now."
Schubert waved a hand. "Softer. What kind of sick person is so loud?"
Moran immediately lowered his voice until it was as faint as a thread of silk. "How's... this? Ahem, ahem..."
Schubert said, "Your coughing just made me realize—the young miss rarely coughs anymore."
Sanders added, "It's true. I remember she used to cough all the time. She just spoke with us for quite a while without coughing once. Do you think her health has improved?"
