“For the record,” Vesryn said, pointing his knife at her, “I tried removing your clothing, but Jassyn wouldn’t allow it.” Jassyn rolled his eyes and stabbed his fork with more force than necessary to spear a carrot. The utensil pinged against the silver plate. “He felt the need to chaperone until you woke up,” Vesryn continued. “I’ll make sure he leaves something for you to eat if you want to get cleaned up first. There’s loungewear for you in the bathing chambers.”
