“Here, my lady. I’ll help you back to bed and send for some tea. And a cinnamon cake, perhaps?” Rielle leaned heavily into Evyline’s broad body. “Perhaps three cakes would do the trick.” “Three cakes are, generally speaking, much more effective than one, my lady.” Rielle’s smile was faint and brought prickling tears to her eyes. “Bless you, Evyline. I’ve taught you well.”
