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I folded my arms.

"You didn't even consider the green."

"I considered it."

"For how long?"

"Long enough."

"Merry will be offended."

"Merry will recover."

I laughed, but Guy's attention had shifted away from the dresses.

He studied my face.

"You're pale."

"That's what happens when you spend an afternoon arguing with gowns."

"Robin."

"What?"

"You barely touched your supper last night."

"I wasn't particularly hungry."

"Or the night before."

I shrugged.

"And you haven't had wine in eleven days."

I stared at him.

"You've been counting?"

"I noticed on the first day."

"Of course you did."

He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees.

"You're also sleeping later than usual, and yesterday Sefa sent you away from the kitchens because the smell of roasting pork made you ill."

"That woman talks too much."

"She hasn't told me anything."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Then how do you know?"

"Because I pay attention to my mate."

I sighed.