Isaac carefully shifted Alice in his arms.
Her body radiated heat. The water pooling beneath them had already begun to evaporate.
He carried her to the bedroom without another word.
She was light in his hold, though her warmth seeped into him like a small fire pressed against his chest.
He laid her on the bed gently, making sure not to jostle her too much.
Alice lay on her stomach.
Her breathing was shallow but steady.
The wings on her back were small, and fragile-looking things.
They trembled faintly as though she had no control over them yet.
Her tail twitched against the sheets, stiff and awkward.
'Maybe the wings will grow with time, and her control over tail and wings should improve too.'
Isaac crouched down, studying her.
"Can you hear me? Where are you feeling pain?"
"Nowhere…"
Her throat sounded dry.
She could hardly speak.
Isaac raised a hand and cast Miracle of Grace skill.
