The elf queen stood vigil over Astral and the space clone, her brow furrowed in deep bewilderment, unable to grasp what was afflicting them so suddenly and severely.
With no clear solution in sight or even an inkling of what might be causing their torment, she could only observe them closely, channeling the best healing energies she could muster from the vibrant nature surrounding her courtyard, the warm glow of restorative magic flowing from her palms like gentle streams of light.
After several agonizing hours that stretched like an eternity under the canopy of rustling leaves, Astral and the space clone finally regained themselves, slowly rising to their feet with shaky movements, their bodies still humming from the residual pain.
"Took you guys so long. What in the world happened?" the elf queen asked, her voice a mix of concern and impatience, as she stepped closer, her elegant robes whispering against the soft grass.
