Lara sat at the edge of the bed, cradling Thornak's head gently in her lap.
Her palms glowed with moonfire. The blue light poured from her hands sinking into his skin.
His breathing which was shallow and uneven when they arrived began to steady. Each rise and fall of his chest seemed a little stronger and a little less fragile.
When she finished, she eased his head back onto the pillow and smoothed the blankets around him.
Nerida stepped forward then, placing her cool hand on his arm. Her crystal-bright eyes flared for a few seconds as she pushed her own magic into him, weaving it carefully through the remnants of the poison. She had to do this daily so the king's soul will not leave his body.
They had been doing this for a week now. Lara's moonfire and Nerida's siren magic working side by side to keep him alive.
Lara brushed a strand of hair from Thornak's forehead, her fingers trembling despite her efforts to stay calm.
