The pack doctor stepped into the room, holding a small leather medical bag and looking understandably tense to be called into the royal suite so early. He offered a quick, respectful bow to Demetrius before his eyes shifted over to me on the bed.
"Your Majesties," the doctor said softly, setting his bag on the low wooden table near the hearth. "The King said the Luna is burning up?"
"She has a severe fever, and her internal energy is dangerously low," Demetrius explained, stepping back to my side and tracking the doctor's every move with the sharp, hyper-vigilant eyes of a protecting mate. "It's a reaction to a spiritual exhaustion. Do we have anything in the stores that can soothe the physical strain while her core replenishes?"
The doctor nodded understandingly, opening his bag to pul
