Morning soon came, and perhaps it was because Rose was emotionally and physically exhausted. After returning to her room, she did manage to fall asleep and didn't wake up until the servants arrived.
They cleaned her up and served her breakfast, and then the physician returned to examine her bruises. The servants politely excused themselves, taking her dirty dishes and leaving her alone with the older man.
Rose sat upright in bed as he approached. "Good morning…" she paused, unsure how to address him since she didn't know his name or title, but decided to leave it at that.
The physician didn't respond. Instead, he lifted her injured hand a little too roughly. Rose winced, but other than that, she gave no other indication that she was in pain.
He brought her hand down and touched her face, poking at her bruise. Then he stepped away. "You're healing decently. Take the herbs thrice a day, and you should be fine in no time."
"Thank you," Rose said with a smile.
