Keiser stared at the bandaged hand offering him a cup of water, his single open eye narrowing before lifting his gaze to Lenko.
"What did you just say?"
Lenko gave a low hum, almost casual. "I told you... you've been asleep for a week."
A week.
Keiser's hand immediately dragged through his hair, as if the movement might shake some clarity into his fogged mind. A week in bed? He couldn't comprehend it. He had never been the type to drift into long sleep, not even in comfort, let alone in a place like this.
His body was trained to rest lightly, to recover swiftly, to rise at the smallest disturbance.
Fainting, exhaustion, collapse... those were foreign words to him, things he had never allowed himself even during the most brutal drills of royal brigade.
And yet, with Muzio's body…
He had experienced it. Not once. Not twice. His mind supplied the truth with a grim edge.
Thrice.
