Lissana was exhausted.
Helping Uzziel had pushed her to the brink of her strength. He had completely depleted himself, down to the last thread of his strength, and the amount of magic she had to replenish in his body was overwhelming, comparable even to her own. She couldn’t rush. Forcing the flow would have been as dangerous for him as for her. Healing someone with such a vast reserve required patience... and sacrifice.
Leaning against Eren’s chest, on the balcony overlooking the palace’s inner gardens, she felt the exhaustion settle over her like a delayed tide, heavy and inevitable. The night air was cool, but it couldn’t clear her mind. In the distance, the land of the fairies breathed with barely perceptible effort, as if still fearing it might break again.
Eren remained there, hol
