Loreen's POV
Loreen pulled the infirmary door shut behind him and stood in the corridor for a moment. The quiet after the struggle in that room was its own kind of relief.
He thought about Sairis lying on that table. The calming herb would work quickly and keep him under for a few hours at least, which was what he needed.
Loreen had been watching him since he walked into that infirmary and had seen what Sairis had been working hard to hide.
The pallor, the careful way he was holding himself upright, the slight delay between thought and movement that told anyone paying attention that Sairis's body was running considerably closer to empty than he was willing to admit.
And then there was the night before. Loreen had lain awake listening to Sairis turn in the bed beside him, restless and unable to settle, shifting every few minutes with the quiet persistence of someone whose mind was refusing to let the body rest.
