Kaelvryn had not woken ever since he collapsed.
Valen stood near the bedside, her posture straight, her expression composed in the way she had trained it to be, though the stillness in her gaze betrayed the storm of thoughts moving behind it.
Because every moment he remained like this felt like time slipping through their hands.
"He should have woken by now."
Georgia's voice carried quiet frustration as she stood near the foot of the bed, her hands folded tightly as she stared at Kaelvryn with a focus that bordered on obsession.
The usual steadiness in her demeanor had been replaced by something sharper, something more restless as she glanced briefly toward Valen.
"I have checked everything twice," she continued, her tone tightening slightly. "His body shows no sign of physical damage, no internal imbalance that should keep him in this state."
"So how come he still remains like this," she said calmly, though her voice carried a faint edge that revealed her unease.
