The youngsters’ rough and tumble shenanigans, both inside the palace and without, had kept everyone’s spirits high over the past days. On her way to the kitchens, Lucy marched past a number of them who were on their way out to the grounds to play. Nearby, Bane sat, panting, with his tail thumping on the floor, and with his tongue hanging out.
A minute later, she stood before the larder, scanning its contents.
“May I help you?” Adele asked, approaching from behind.
“I’m looking for the peppermint tea. Erin was sick all last night,” she said, referring to Nina’s sister who generally watched her and Jules’s children, and sometimes, Velia and Jerrett’s boys. “And Mara’s not feeling herself, either.”
“Oh, no! Is it anything serious, do you think?”
“Not really. But I thought I might bring each of Erin and Mara something to settle her stomach. What’s more, a number of the children have been unwell.” She glanced at Adele. “When not assisting Erin, I helped Clarimonde and Vida with them most of last night after designating one of the rooms next to their suite for use as an infirmary.” She frowned. “Who knows what diseases those children have introduced us all to? Gracious Ehyeh!”
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