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Danika and Sally was oblivious of the eyes the townspeople gave them as they strode to Baski's place.
As usual, they were in the world of their own. Danika supported Sally's walk most of the time, because Sally is still recovering. She easily gets winded when she walks too much.
They rest with every few moments. At a point, Danika started urging Sally to enter her back, so she'll piggyback her.
"Never." Sally was adamant when she refused. She wouldn't even hear of it.
"Sally. I don't want you to get more hurt because---"
"I'll be fine, my princess. I can't get on your back, you're my princess and I'm..." she was look so horrified, she shook her head, "...it's never happening."
Danika stared at the stubborn tilt of her chin and took a deep breath. "You're my best friend now, Sally. You're no a maid and I'm not a princess. We're slaves and best of friends."
"You can never be a slave to me, My Princess." She stated firmly.
"Sally... Just let me piggyback you."
"Never." she paused and smiled mischievously, "I can piggyback you if you're tired though."
Danika pursed her lips in disapproval and talked to her some more but Sally refused. She gave up. They started walking again.
The people that passed them during that moment witnessed the argument and it surprised them. They watched Cone's daughter and her former personal maid bicker like close friends and it stuns them.
Privileged people never has such relationship with lowborns....no matter what. So, as they watched the two women, they didn't know what to make of it.
Sally and Danika finally arrived at the door of Baski's house. They knocked.
The door opened and Baski stood behind the door, looking flustered. Her hair was a mess and a little blood perched on her cheek, looking like a scratch wound.
"What are you both doing here?" She asked, her voice stiff. She seems not to be in a friendly mode.
Sally shifted uncomfortably on her feet. "Uhm... We wanted to come for herbs. You know...my wounds. And eeh...my princess, she also needs some too."
"You both can come back later, I'm quite bus---"
A high-pitched scream rang out from inside the house that started Danika and Sally, but Baski didn't react at all because she's used to it.
Another scream came. And another. And another.
"What's happening to her?" Sally asked, horrified. Even as she edged back to Danika, her heart was reaching out to Remeta.
Baski shrugged. "It's food. She doesn't want to eat, it's normal. Don't think much on it."
Danika watched her. The woman did her best to sound so unaffected, but she would have sworn that the older woman is very much close to tears. Her shoulders was so stiff, her back ramrod straight in defense.
"Look, you both should go back to the palace. I'll be there in the evening and I'll make the herbs. Or you can go over to the medicine man's hou---"
Another scream came again.
Danika stepped forward. "Please, Baski. Let us in.
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