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“Thank you, Genevieve,” Isobel said to the maid as she walked out of the woman’s small room wearing one of her dresses. “It’s a pleasure, princess,” the maid replied, though Isobel had told the woman that she could call her by her name. “Do you need anything else?” she asked with a sincere smile. Isobel started to shake her head but then recalled the smell of wolfsbane on James’s wound. “If it’s not too much trouble, I need a bowl of water and some cloth to clean a wound.” “Are you hurt?” Genevieve asked, her eyes flaring with worry. “No, it’s not for me,” Isobel explained quickly. “James was injured during the fight,” she added awkwardly. “Oh,” the maid replied, her expression becoming uncertain. “I’ll fetch them and take them to James’s quarters right away.” “Thank you,” Isobe