|I-is she feeling alright? Did I miss her getting sick!?|
Zoemi felt a sudden chill and approached his master with a worried expression.
"My lady, if I may..."
He said and pressed his hand to her forehead.
She was warm but not to the degree that would allow to describe it as a fewer.
"...~!"
Miriette trembled under his touch and regained some of her senses.
"I-I'm fine...! And you look really good."
She said timidly grabbing his hand and removing it from her forehead.
Then without letting him go, she pulled him over to the women's section.
"Now you help me choose...!"
She said with sparkling eyes.
"As you wish, my lady."
Zoemi answered happily, satisfied with the praise, and began rummaging through the clothes.
He was Miriette's attendant for ten years, he not only knew her sizes, but he was also well oriented in the styles and colors that she fancied.
...although Miriette might not have been completely aware about one of those things...
Still...!
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