"What do we do?" I asked for the third time.
Other guards gathered around.
Herbs had been fetched from the nearby bushes and grounded the best they could with the available resources.
Claire couldn't protest their methods - she just wanted him to open his eyes, to look at her.
She hadn't realized she had been crying heavily as she sat on the raised stone beside the carriage until her olive-skinned guard offered her a knitted handkerchief.
From the design, it was obvious that Aurora had given it to him.
"Thank… you." She struggled to mutter, only bursting into more tears.
When Andon finally came out of the carriage, his hands bloody and green-ish from assisting with Yeren's injuries, she jumped to her feet.
"How is he?"
Claire could see that his own eyes glsitened with unshed tears.
"He's still alive - which is a good sign. But there is no guarantee that any of our salves would work."
A fresh dam of tears seemed to have burst open at his revelation.
