Whether it was standing guard for her late at night, or staying up through the night when she had a fever.
She remembered every single thing.
She remembered whoever was good to her.
Now, it was her time to repay.
As soon as the water touched Isaac Vaughn's tongue, his furrowed brows relaxed a little.
Seraphina Caldwell scooped up some more and fed it to Wyatt Yardley in the same way.
Wyatt Yardley lay on the other side, with an ice silk blanket underneath him, a treasured item of his tribe that could slow the worsening of his injuries.
Seraphina knelt beside him, gently lifted his head, and let the water drop into his mouth.
The wound on his chest was deep enough to see the bone.
Strangely, once the water entered his body, the flesh at the edges of the wound began to slowly close.
His eyelashes trembled slightly; although he didn't open his eyes, his breathing became noticeably more steady.
When it was Gideon Larkin's turn, Seraphina was momentarily stunned.
