Perry's POV
Marcela had been waiting anxiously for our return, and relief washed over her face the moment she spotted us. But that relief quickly turned to concern when she noticed I was carrying Phoebe in my arms.
"My king, is she... alright?" Marcela hurried toward me, her eyes fixed on Phoebe.
"She's sleeping," I replied, moving carefully to avoid disturbing her rest. "Come with me and examine her."
"Yes, my king." The worry in Marcela's voice eased slightly.
She trailed behind me as I made my way to our chamber, where she could properly check on Phoebe.
I refused to release my mate from my arms, holding her close while Marcela performed her examination. The reality of having her back still felt surreal after losing her.
If this was some kind of dream, I never wanted to wake up.
"How is she?" I asked. Phoebe's dress was slightly damp, and I planned to clean her up once Marcela finished.
