Zephan;
Zethar hits the floor like a tree struck by lightning.
One moment, he was standing there, pale and shaking, staring at Elián as if the world had personally betrayed him.
And the next, his eyes rolled back and his body just… gave up.
There was no dramatic warning or heroic attempt to stay upright.
He simply dropped. And in this moment, staring at his motionless body on the floor, I know that I have never…ever felt this kind of fear before!!
The fear of losing him.
"ZETHAR—!" I yell in panic as I rush towards him on instinct.
Aunt Selthía follows closely beside me, as I kneel beside Zethar, checking to be sure that he didn't crack his skull on impact.
Elián, who doesn't look like he's doing any better himself, sets the bowl aside and shakily stands up in worry.
"Lay him flat," Aunt Selthía orders, and I hear the fear in her voice.
