Thoren
The announcement had been public for nearly three hours when Kael returned to our room.
Nevara was still propped against the pillows, wearing one of my shirts and a stubborn expression that appeared whenever anyone reminded her she was supposed to rest. A tray sat across her lap with the remains of lunch, though Drake’s earlier visit had apparently frightened her into eating enough that even the physician had been satisfied.
I sat beside her with a stack of reports I had barely read. Every few minutes, my attention drifted from the page to her face, checking for the slightest sign of dizziness or discomfort.
She noticed every time.
“You know staring at me will not prevent me from fainting again.”
“No, but it will ensure I notice before you do.”
“That is not how medicine works
