Evelyn’s POV
“Luna, will you please let me escort you to one of the doctors?” the soldier pleaded.
After two and a half hours of treating the feral rogues in their comatose state, I felt utterly drained. Now, both my chest and my head ached with unfathomable pressure that nearly brought me to my knees.
I hadn’t considered that, given the rogues’ extreme condition, they required such extensive amounts of my healing ability. By the time I got through the last patient in that one room alone, I struggled to stay on my feet.
I braced my body against one of the walls and tried to ease his concern. “I’m alright,” I said quietly. “I just wasn’t prepared for how much this was going to end up draining me.”
The poor soldier looked barely convinced. “Luna, will you at least let me inform Alph
