Time slowly ticked by even as Aira stood by the side, watching as Savira attended to Liora who sat patiently on the bed.
The room was dimly lit by the flickering flame of the single lantern that sat on the wooden table.
Savira collected her blood and even some strands of her hair and she allowed it, even as Aira noticed the faint expression of relief on her sister's face coupled with expectation that she couldn't hide.
It was clear that she was hopeful, even though she remained calm and simply stared at Savira—the old vampire healer who instantly got to work, her wrinkled fingers moving with practiced precision as she handled her ancient tools that looked as old as time itself.
