Felaern nodded, his jaw clenched with determination. Gently, he lifted Angelina into his arms, her body light and fragile against his chest. Together, he and Daratrine made their way back to their home, their steps hurried but careful, as if afraid that even the slightest jostle might cause her more pain.
As they entered the chamber where Jaegar still lay within the Verdant chamber, Daratrine immediately began to work, her hands glowing with a soft, golden light as she channelled her healing magic into Angelina's broken body. Felaern watched in silence, his heart heavy with guilt and anger. He had failed to protect her, just as he had failed to protect so many others. But he swore to himself that he would not fail again.
Angelina's breathing grew steadier, her wounds beginning to close under Daratrine's skilled hands. Her eyes fluttered open, and though they were clouded with pain, they still held a spark of the fierce determination that had always defined her.
