Chapter 466 - Eastern Embers

The silver-blue faded from their daughter's eyes almost as quickly as it had come. By the time Ratri returned with warm milk and a cool cloth for her forehead, she was simply a tired four year old again, blinking against the lamplight and asking in a small voice whether Papa had already left. Sekar held her through the rest of the night without sleeping herself, listening to every breath for some sign the entity's touch had left more than a passing chill behind it, and found nothing worse than an ordinary child's exhaustion by morning.