_Author’s POV_
Zarelle heard Elsa’s wailing voice pierce the air. “Zarelle!”
In an instant, Elsa was in the room and threw herself at Zarelle, engulfing her in a tight embrace. Isabel followed suit, but Ryan intercepted her.
“Get up! Zarelle’s still recovering.” Ryan pried Isabel away from Zarelle.
Elsa deposited herself on the side of the bed. “Zarelle, are you hurt?”
Zarelle smiled reassuringly. “Don’t listen to him. I’ve just been living on a deserted island for a while, so I’m a little undernourished. I’m not feeling my best, but there’s no need to worry.”
As Elsa and Isabel exhaled relieved sighs, a figure burst into Zarelle’s room, wailing incoherently. “Zarelle! Thank god you are okay!”
Zarelle squinted and realized it was George, his grip on her hand unyieldi
