TATIANA POV
I was busy concocting a remedy while the atmosphere in the room was filled with anticipation. I worked with speed to mix the herbs that I had gathered with careful hands. My heart raced with the hope that this remedy could save Raphael's mother. The air stirred with the scent of crushed leaves, and I concentrated hard on the task of creating a brew most potent for this purpose.
“Tatiana,” Raphael murmured under his breath, watching me closely. “Do you think this will help her?”
“It must,” I said, glancing towards his mother, pale and weak on the bed. “These herbs have a strong healing capacity. If we can reverse its action from the poison, she can recover.”
Once mixed, I poured the dark liquid, which smelled strongly, into a little cup and walked back to Raphael's mother.
