"Who was it?"

Eleanor turned to Conaan. He was still standing by the edge of the bed, his eyes slightly thinned, his right brow raised.

She swallowed, then pushed her hair behind her ears, smoothening her hands over her dress. "Well...I am not sure, but...it can wait, I know. You should take a bath and eat. You haven't eaten in so long."

He raised a brow. "Are you sure it is not important?"

She gave a small sigh. "You are going to attend to it after that bath. I will make it quick."

For the first few seconds, he simply watched her, a little skeptical, but said nothing more. Slowly,...