Caelith hesitated; the words stuck in her throat. Now that she was about to explain what happened, she felt somewhat ridiculous.
"It was... knocked from my hands yesterday… someone ran into me, and the broth was entirely spilled… I am truly sorry. Your efforts were ruined."
At these words, Rhaegar's expression changed at once. Concern flashed across his face as he guided Caelith to sit upon a nearby stone bench. Without hesitation, he reached toward her garments, intent on examining her.
"Where were you hurt? Let me see."
Startled, she quickly tried to evade his touch, pulling her skirts around herself as if they were a shield. "No need! I am unharmed."
Yet he gave her no chance to withdraw. With swift, decisive movements, he loosened her outer layers just enough to inspect her condition. Only after confirming that no burns had marked her skin did he finally ease, a quiet breath leaving him.
"How did the broth come to be spilled?" he asked, his tone lowering. "Who did this?"
