Lucy's cheeks had turned red again as Theodore had already started to walk back towards the patio from where she had jumped earlier.
"Hush now," Theodore lightly scolded without looking at her. "Why don't you enjoy yourself being carried by me, while you can blame your wound that has opened up, hm? Put your arms around my neck so that you don't fall."
"T-that's not the thing!" whispered Lucy without making too much noise. Right now, she didn't know if she was supposed to be embarrassed or not.
"Hm? What is it then?" asked Theodore in an oblivious tone. "I miss drunk Lucy. She's more fun than sober you."
Alarmed at his words, Lucy asked, "What do you mean by that?" She remembered her aunt mentioning her being taken back to her room by Theodore, but she didn't know what had happened before that. She raised her eyebrows as if waiting for him to speak. "Are you not going to tell me?"
