ISLE OF GILMORSH
In a dimly lit room, Griselda's body lies motionless, her body still and unresponsive, as if lost in a deep slumber.
Hera sits beside her, as she gently combs through her blonde hair. Her hands move with a soft, tender touch, as if trying not to disturb her fragile state.
As she combs, her eyes never leave Griselda's face, her gaze filled with a deep concern. She's been checking in on her constantly, monitoring her every breath, and willing her to wake up.
The room is quiet with the only sound being the soft whisper of the comb as it moves through Griselda's hair.
Suddenly, there's a knock after which the door opens to reveal Kayden.
Hera glances at him at she gently grabs Griselda's warm hands.
"You should be resting." She says to Kayden.
