The medical examination takes two hours.
Margot sets up a makeshift triage center in one of the undamaged sitting rooms, treating warriors with everything from minor lacerations to broken bones. I'm checked over thoroughly—vitals, blood pressure, and a portable ultrasound that confirms what Morganna sensed.
Six weeks pregnant. Heartbeat strong. Everything measuring normal despite the magical battle I just survived.
"Honestly, I'm amazed you're upright." Margot packs away her equipment, her expression somewhere between professional concern and personal fascination. "The amount of power you channeled should have left you unconscious for days. But your vitals are stable. Better than stable, actually. It's like the magic strengthened you instead of depleting you."
"Maybe it did." I press m
