Muna’s POV.
I noticed to look on Devin’s face while Dylan walked in, fawning over me like I was some lost child. He seemed to be lost in his thoughts as Dylan ran his hands over my face. I chuckled a bit as he placed a palm on my forehead, eliciting a smile from him.
“I didn’t know you’ve become a healer in the month I spent in the dungeon,” I said as he pulled his hand from my forehead.
He replied with a sigh as he straightened his body and moved backwards. We engaged in some talks to pass the time.
Devin asked to leave after a while. His brother and he engaged in a little bickering before he could leave. He still had that forlorn look on his face just as he closed behind him. The healer came in later with a cup sizzling with steam.
“Here, Ms Muna. You should take this,” he said, pus
