"Injuries will heal."

"He got hurt because of me."

"Who doesn't make mistakes?"

"But..." Persephone didn't know what else to say. It seemed like no matter what happened, Catherine could smile as if nothing was a big deal to her and taking care of her was the only significant thing.

Persephone curled up on the bed, her hands hugging her knees.

Seamus had not just gotten injured because of her—he had also killed someone because of her...

Seamus was the one who had fired the gun. He had killed one of them and wounded the other in the leg. That man, with his leg drenched in blood, had limped away as he cursed...

what that man had

two men were from a local faction

the man had died in a

Persephone's memory, this was the first

to be a gentle person, yet he ended someone's life because

smiled. "Just sleep peacefully,

smiled. It would be nice if it were, as

"How's Seamus?" she asked.

"He's recovering," Catherine replied.

the table for

available at the market. Buy these with the dosages I've written, then simmer them into a soup for Seamus to

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