Devin’s POV
“Why is she lying like that on the bed?? Is she knocked out?” I asked as I entered the medical bay that Muna was.
“And why are you sweating?”
I flicked a finger at Dylan, waving his question like it was some kind of fly.
“The healer asked that she should get ample rest.”
“She’ll have that rest in my room.”
An argument arose with Dylan seeking she remained in the medical bay while I disagreed. My room was better than here.
“Fine, you win,” he said, smacking his forehead before he helped to carry her in my arms.
“Lots of questions would arise with her out of jail.”
“I know.”
“What do you think we should do?”
“When the time comes. We will have something to say.”
The rest of the journey to my room continued in silence until we got to my room. With a nod, he disappeared
