I don't know if it's because of my heat that came in the middle of it, but my body was healing well, faster than it did after the marking with Damar.
The door creaked open, and Fenric walked in. He watched me for a while, and I think I blinked about six times before anything happened. His red eyes were soft but weary. He'd clearly been the one holding the line while the 'Sea Prince' and I were lost in the depths.
"You're awake," he finally spoke, stepping toward the bed. He didn't ask how I felt; he could see the satisfied glow in my eyes and the way the mark on my ankle was practically singing. "The six days are over, Arinya. The palace is standing, though I can't say the same for Damar's patience."
I laughed weakly, leaning back into the pillows for just a second longer. "Damar's patience is a myth, Fenric. We both know that. But I think the heat actually helped... It's like my body just decided to go into overdrive to keep up with Thalor's magic."
