They were still together when a knock sounded at the door.
Zyren moved instantly to answer it.
When he opened the door, a guard stood outside. The moment their eyes met, the man dropped to his knees and bowed deeply, his head lowered in urgency and respect.
"Lady Aria has woken up! Healer Savira's presence is needed!"
Neither Zyren nor Savira wasted a second.
Zyren stepped out first, already moving down the hall, his pace fast but controlled. Savira followed closely behind him, leaning on her trusty cane—though in truth, she did not need it.
It did not take long for them to reach Aria's room.
The moment the door opened, Zyren went straight to her side.
Savira moved to the opposite side of the bed, her expression focused as she placed a hand gently against Aria's forehead, then her chest, her fingers lingering as she searched for the familiar signs she had spent decades learning to read.
Medicine was a delicate art.
