The corridors outside the healer's wing were unusually quiet.nKaelvryn walked through the corridor with long, steady strides.
Lucas followed slightly behind him, watching the king's shoulders with quiet concern. Kaelvryn had barely spoken since leaving the healer's wing, yet the tension radiating from him was impossible to ignore.
The king's hands were clenched behind his back as he walked, his jaw was tight and his mind was anything but calm.
Valen was alive, that alone should have brought relief strong enough to ease the storm raging in his chest.
The moment she had opened her eyes, a new weight had replaced the old one.
Lucas finally broke the silence, "you should rest," he said calmly.
Kaelvryn did not slow his pace, "rest?" he repeated quietly.
"Yes," Lucas replied. "You have not slept since we carried them back to the palace."
