Lethia froze at his words. Her stomach dropped. It was a jumble of emotions, relief tangled with something she couldn't quite name. Fear, maybe.
"He's awake? He's really awake?" She gripped Zeran's arm to make sure, and when he nodded, her knees gave out so fast Chasey had to catch her.
"Thank the Moon Goddess… Oh, thank you." Lethia hugged Chasey again, both hugging to each other's relief.
"You should take a shower first and get ready to leave. I'll handle this," Zeran reminded her.
Lethia only smiled faintly, nodding, before leaving the kitchen with Chasey.
"You didn't tell her about the council—"
"Derreck! I'll deal with that myself. She's been through too much. My only goal now is for her to rest and deliver our pup safely."
"So, you'll face the trial alone, sir?"
"I'm their real target. They're just using Lethia because she's my weakness now. And I won't give them that satisfaction. Just make the arrangements for our return."
