Thas added, "Perhaps the dosage was insufficient."
"Unlikely. The potion has proven effective before. This deviation is... concerning. I will need to speak with the witch," Peter replied with a frown on his face.
The mental exchange concluded, leaving Thas contemplative, his earlier amusement replaced by unease.
Thas straightened in his seat, the amusement wiped clean from his face. He glanced at Heiko, who sat in silence, eating sparingly, speaking to no one, his eyes fixed distantly as though barely present in the moment.
River noticed it too. There was something wrong—not in the room, but in Heiko.
He was a storm contained in skin, his body present but his mind clearly spiraling. She wondered if the others saw what she did: the slight tremor in his fingers, the rigidity of his jaw
