“I can’t save you from everything, my dear. I thought I told you so.”

Nazaire sat by the side of Anon’s bed, watching over them as they recovered from a fever.

“You should start taking care of yourself. You’re fortunate that I’m here, since the palace can be a dangerous place. I’ll make sure you’re safe, no matter what happens, angel.”

Nazaire sighed and adjusted the blanket for Anon, staying close by to ensure their safety.

“I shall accompany you until you fall safely into slumber.”

Nazaire said in a formal tone, keeping a watchful eye on the door.