In the room, Druven remained tense, his body rigid and trembling, harsh grunts tearing from his throat as if each one carried the weight of his struggle.
"Druven…" Rhavri's voice cracked as she lurched forward, her hands pressing against his shoulders in silent panic. Her breath came quick and shallow, heart hammering in her chest as his screams still tore from him, unrelenting.
She turned toward Elyrra, desperation thick in her tone, "What's happening to him? What's going on?"
Elyrra's brows knit, her staff glowing faintly as she stepped closer before placing her hand on Druven's chest.
"I… I do not know," she admitted after a few seconds, her voice taut with uncertainty, "I've never seen this reaction to my healing before."
Rhavri spun back, her heart tearing at the sight of Druven writhing, 'Even Lady Elyrra has no idea what's going on…'
Without thinking, she threw her arms around him, pulling him against her chest despite the violent tremors shaking his body.
