A gentle warmth spread through Silver's limbs, chasing away the lingering chill of the fever. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she was met with a soft, emerald glow. The air hummed with a faint energy, a sensation that tickled her skin. Disoriented, she blinked, trying to focus.
Alek knelt beside the bed, his hands hovering over her body. Streams of verdant light emanated from his palms, leaving a pleasant fragrance in the air before sinking into her skin. He was pale, his brow furrowed with concentration, and beads of sweat trickled down his temples. He was dressed in a white tunic. His eyes, usually so bright and cheerful, were now filled with a quiet determination.
"Alek?" Silver rasped, her voice hoarse.
He started, his eyes snapping to hers. Relief flooded his features, chasing away the tension. The green light faded, and he quickly withdrew his hands.
