*Kiona*

When my dear friend had invited me to dinner, Isadora's first formal event since returning from the north, I had been more than happy to accept, especially since Isadora had mentioned that Castor would be in attendance. I had wanted to know exactly how he is doing.

I am relieved to see him looking so well, with no sallowness to his skin. When I had first caught sight of him standing by the fireplace, I had noticed his left arm rested at an angle, an attempt to shield that side of his body from any unexpected knocks or blows. His wound is probably still healing and tender, or perhaps...