A knock on the door made Henri pause from writing and stare across the room. Even just this alone he knew already who visited him.
The door opened and in came Lady Ursula holding a cane instead of a staff. Henri arched a brow at this change of her appearance. Normally, she’d use her staff as just a prop or none at all. She never used a cane ever since.
Lady Ursula, who saw the silent question in his eyes, merely flipped her hand in the air and scoffed.
“No need to comment. My arthritis is acting up.”
Henri held back a chuckle.
“Then you don’t need to personally come here and inform me about Solene’s current whereabouts. I know she’s inside your ‘training grounds,’ Ursula.”