Koda;
The room got colder.
My body feels it the moment I step back in with the bowl of food Queen Selthia forced into my hands.
The candles near the windows flicker weakly from the chill in the air, and my jaw tightens as I shut the door behind me.
Elián is lying exactly where I left him. He hasn't moved an inch, and it almost looks like he's gotten paler since I last saw him.
I hate this. Light knows I hate it. The feeling of helplessness as I watch him suffer.
My grip tightens slightly around the bowl as I walk toward the bed. The sound of my sandals against the floor is the only thing breaking the silence now, and that knowledge creates a heaviness in my chest.
It's been two days. Two gruesome days since the garden.
Two days since Asa died in his arms.
Two days since Elián collapsed after losing control of his Primordial powers. And still… he won't wake up.
