With Philipa leaning heavily on Draven and Rowan, they finally reached the hostel.
Rowan hurried ahead and pushed the door open.
Inside, the room was quiet and dim.
Draven guided Philipa carefully to the bed. He helped her sit, then gently laid her down. The moment her back touched the mattress, she winced sharply, her fingers gripping and rumpling the bedsheets as she tried to ease the pain with small restless movements.
Her eyes stayed shut.
Draven’s jaw tightened. He turned quickly to his side of the room, and pulled out his aid box from under the bed. Opening it, he took out a small jar of healing salve, and walked back to her bedside.
“Rowan, water,” he said shortly.
Rowan rushed into the bathroom, returned with a bowl of water and a clean towel.
He dipped the cloth and gently
