Edmund quickly helped her lean back against the carriage seat and pressed a handkerchief to her nose, his movements gentle but full of worry.
Moments later, Lazarus came rushing out of the temple and hurried toward the carriage, his face pale with fear.
"Rosie, what happened?!" he shouted the moment he saw her, his eyes widening in horror at the sight of blood.
It was only a nosebleed, but both men reacted as if someone had stabbed her through the stomach with a spear.
"I'm fine, really," Primrose said, trying to calm them down. "I'm probably just tired. Don't worry too much."
Lazarus climbed into the carriage and quickly told the coachman to drive back to the manor.
"I'm sorry, this is my fault! I shouldn't have forced you to come to the temple!" he cried, guilt written all over his face. Primrose could practically hear her father's thoughts screaming in panic, convinced he had nearly killed his own daughter.
What a dramatic man!
