Vivian cried out in panic, "Miss Roy, are you okay? Oh, right, your handkerchief..."
She fumbled around, finally pulling out a neatly folded silk handkerchief, but Dora snatched it first. The red-haired knight of the Lien family half-knelt on the ground to check if Roy was injured, then gently sighed in relief.
"You were too careless." Dora wiped Roy's ankle, which had been splashed wet, and gestured for her to raise her foot to avoid the fragments on the ground, "Are you too tired lately? Why not go home and rest early today?"
Roy sat on the bench, gazing down at the girl before her. There was a vibrant beauty about Dora, always candid and enthusiastic, even when acting out of her station, it never seemed strange.
