Raziel walked towards the medical wing, where Nyx had been taken. The corridors were packed with wounded warriors.
She was in a private room, surrounded by healers working frantically. Arthur was there too, watching her with sadness in his eyes.
"How is she?"
"Alive. That's all I can say." Arthur replied. "The leg will heal eventually, the ribs will be fine, the internal bleeding is under control but she's exhausted.
She fought two battles in one day, spent eight hours in a feral state, then shifted mid combat while critically injured. Her body's pushed past every limit."
Raziel pulled up a chair beside her bed. She was unconscious. He held her hand carefully.
"You did it." He whispered. "You saved everyone. You won legal recognition for your people. You achieved everything you've been flighting for."
She didn't respond but her hand twitched slightly in his grip.
"Now you just have to wake up to enjoy the victory." He continued.
The healers finished and stepped back.
