"What changed?" she asked, her fingers tightening slightly around the fork—because something had, she could feel it… and it unsettled her more than she wanted to admit.
"Your… um…I'm just calling your healer. This isn't funny anymore. Even the fight you picked earlier was unnecessary. Something is definitely wrong," he murmured, almost inaudibly, clearly worried.
She dropped the fork with a soft clatter, her eyes snapping to his face—too fast, too sharp, like she was bracing for impact.
"What did you say?" she asked, narrowing her eyes, her heart still pounding from their earlier clash—part of her bracing for another argument, part of her hoping she had misheard him.
"I'm calling your healer," he replied, his voice steadier than he felt, trying to shift the tension away from the fight while silently worrying about her condition.
