504. Rest

But… what does it mean?" Susan asked, her voice weak, her mind still clouded by the lingering effects of the drug. Her fingers gripped the arm of the chair as she tried to steady herself, her thoughts sluggish and uncertain.

"It means you are free, my good Lady Susan," Persona Non Grata replied, his voice calm, assured. He stood near the window, half-shadowed by the dim candlelight, watching her with quiet intensity.

Susan blinked, trying to make sense of his words. "Free?" she echoed, as if the very concept was foreign to her.

"Indeed," he confirmed, stepping closer. "And now, you must rest. You may do so knowing the merchant's focus is entirely elsewhere presently."

Susan exhaled slowly, exhaustion settling deep within her bones. It would take time, and care before she is fully recovered.