Noah and Fenric looked at each other for a second. They were clearly torn between staying with the babies and checking on the husband who had just saved the day.
"You're right," Fenric said, his voice a low rumble. "Damar shouldn't be alone right now, since he reached his limit."
"I'll go," Noah offered. He stood up, stretching his sore muscles until his joints popped. He leaned over and gave my hand a quick squeeze. "Fenric is better at sitting still anyway. I'll go make sure he hasn't fallen off that 'bed' of yours."
I nodded, feeling a little better.
"Thanks, Noah. Check if he's sweating or hot. His complexion wasn't so good just now."
Noah gave me a small grin and walked out, his footsteps disappearing down the hall. Now it was just me, Fenric, and Thalor.
The room was quiet.
But then Thalor began sweating a lot, his purple hair damp and messy against the white pillows. He looked smaller than usual, less like a prince and more like a man who had just barely survived.
