Ekear dipped the towel into a basin of cool water, wrung it out and pressed it against Gwenu's forehead.
His expression was dark. He'd been grinding his teeth for so long that he'd almost forgotten what it felt like to stop. Even so, his movements were gentle, and the faint fluctuations of Will around him carried an unusual calm that sat completely at odds with the anger buried beneath it.
Gwenu had been unconscious for almost two days now.
Her injuries were severe enough that even the healing treasures he'd prepared before returning to the Nethum hadn't been able to fix her right away. Several of her internal organs were damaged, and the Aether circulating through her pathways was still unstable, despite how many resources he'd already spent treating her.
Ekear could have forced the process along faster. However, that would only risk damaging the foundations he had spent so long helping her build, and that was something he wasn't willing to do.
