The room was filled with a deadly chill. The air itself seemed to weigh heavy on every breath. Ruth stood near Emilia's bed, his hands clenched at his sides. His face was calm, but his eyes carried a storm of anger that he forced himself to keep buried.
Egon carefully examined Emilia and straightened. His voice was calm but low. "I have administered the medicine. It will take some time for her to wake. As for how she will behave when she wakes up, I cannot say."
Ruth's heart tightened. His mind replayed the chaos from the night before, and the sight of Emilia screaming at him like he was her enemy burned into his chest. He drew in a slow breath, then turned his gaze to Lyria, who stood silently nearby. Other than Jess, the only one Emilia trusted was her.
"Take care of her," Ruth said firmly.
