The Midwife's Wards

Though Loren didn’t necessarily have proof of his own, he seriously doubted Wessex made this up. Even if it had just been Wessex’s word, the summoner knew better than to bring up the queen in front of the healer. Luckily, he had some context clues, and he was intelligent enough to put two and two together. ”I believe Remi was the one who first raised the concern. But she didn’t deny the accusation or charges.” The alchemist’s description on the Notice Board of the woman who’d assaulted a citizen fit Roana, both because it was her physical description and because the Launceleyn couldn’t think of anyone else it could be. In addition, the other man hadn’t sounded surprised when Loren brought up the arrest, which confirmed his suspicions. However, that wasn’t the most important thing for Phoebe to worry about right now. ”Phoebe. Listen to me. Wessex doesn’t trust you to keep the boys quiet and behaved at the Temple during LongNight, especially given your relationship with Roana. The queen tasked me with convincing you of the importance of that.” They both knew both that the healer wouldn’t listen to anything the Launceleyn had to say, but he had to try. ”If you cannot demonstrate to her that you’ll keep the boys in line, she has threatened to place them in the Guild for LongNight.” Despite what the healer might feel about the Launceleyn, he was just giving her the honest truth, again. Still, he braced himself for an explosion. LOREN Not quite an open book