"I think the Duchess contracted the fever because of the injury on her heel. The ankle has swollen significantly, and the inflammation is causing this severe discomfort," the physician explained to Georgia, his voice hushed to avoid waking the sleeping woman.
"Then, what must be done? The fever has left her so weak. It isn't anything life-threatening, is it?" Georgia asked, her hand trembling slightly as she flicked her paper fan.
"I have administered a sedative and a fever-reducer to the Duchess. By evening, the heat should break. I advise bed rest and only light meals for the next few days," the doctor replied.
"Alright. You may go," Georgia stated, dismissing him with a weary wave. Her gaze drifted to Roman. The boy was perched on the edge of the bed, his small hand resting near Eilika's.
"Roman, you have classes to attend," Georgia said softly, stepping closer. "Your mother needs quiet if she is to recover."
