Lily winced as she lifted another heavy box, the weight pulling at her bandaged arms. The packhouse buzzed with activity as servants rushed back and forth, carrying furniture and belongings to be transported to the new packhouse.
“Luna Lily, please,” a young servant girl pleaded, reaching for the box in Lily’s arms. “You shouldn’t be straining yourself. Your wounds…”
Lily shook her head firmly and stepped away from the girl’s outstretched hands. She shifted the weight of the box to give her aching arms some relief. The bandages wrapped around her forearms were visible beneath her rolled-up sleeves, some spots tinged faintly red where wounds had reopened during her work.
Martha appeared from inside the house, wiping her hands on her apron. Her eyes narrowed when she spotted Lily struggling with the heavy box.
“For Moon’s sake, Luna Lily! What did I tell you about lifting the heavy ones?” Martha scolded, rushing over. “You’re still healing!”
