Her legs felt a bit floaty when she sat on the side of the bed, telling her in a not particularly kind manner that she'd been up and walking around too long. But she had a lot on her mind.
So much that her little Darry came over to put his head on her lap, and she pet his head without really thinking about it. He was warm, and she needed that.
It's not long before Fiadh burst in, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, with an expression like a child who just discovered a secret. "Princess!"
She must have heard what happened.
Well, Rache sort of expected her to already know about it, since it was an impending celebration of some sort.
She was the maid with all the gossip and Sideran knowledge, after all, and Rache was the bedridden foreign 'princess'. It'd be stranger if she didn't know.
Perhaps she just didn't know if Rach would be healthy enough for it, or something like that.
"Something has you excited."
