Alistair looked at him thoughtfully. "My brother is not that wicked."
"I apologize."
"Why is your door locked?" Arya questioned softly.
"Oh, about that. Ever since the outbreak of the illness, the people affected by the illness came to my entrance and begged me to heal them." He retorted dryly.
"You are now a healer?" Alistair asked curiously and Amais shook his head in disagreement.
"They all knew you were staying here then and since the Queen made the cure for the illness, they wanted me to send a letter to the castle for it." He explained carefully.
"But you did not, did you?" Alistair inquired as he gave him a stern look.
"Well, I knew you would come." He replied then walked away, avoiding Alistair's gaze.
"What about our quarters?" Alistair called after him.
"The maids will show you, I have to attend to something important." He answered back loudly as he took a corner.
"Sly wolf!" Alistair muttered wryly.
