Lidia collapsed to her knees, clutching her stomach, wheezing.
The knight, who had been watching this entire disaster unfold, rushed toward her. For the first time since she had met him, he actually looked… horrified.
When he reached her, he grabbed her trembling shoulders and turned her to face him.
"Let me see," he ordered, his voice urgent.
Lidia could barely see past the tears welling in her eyes. Her nose was running, her breaths were coming out in broken little gasps.
"I—I think I'm dying," she choked out, voice thick with fear.
The knight ignored her dramatics, his sharp gaze darting down to where the goblin had supposedly stabbed her.
And there—right there on the white fabric of her saintess-in-training robe—
Was a tiny, almost invisible speck of blood.
That was it.
That was all.
He stared at it. Then at her.
Lidia was a mess.
