The crystal necklace, adorning the unconscious Felicity who was sitting upright on the edge of the bed next to Feng, began to ring. It was a soft, insistent vibration that filled the quiet room.
However, both young ladies showed no sign of hearing the call. Their eyes remained shut.
Quinlan sat in the high-backed chair Princess Felicity had asked him to sit in when he entered. Rosie sat comfortably on his lap, both seated in front of the unconscious girls and studying their faces.
The dryad's small legs dangled back and forth, and her leafy hair brushed against Quinlan's chest as she happily swayed on his thighs from one side to the other, then back.
They both watched the necklace buzz and come alight with the call.
For a few seconds, the two looked perfectly innocent. A father and daughter sharing a calm moment.
