Samai had fallen into a deep sleep by then—writing a prescription at that moment would've been useless. Waiting until she woke up would be just as effective.
These were merely herbal remedies to rebuild her strength. A slight delay wouldn't matter. Freed from that cursed miasma's grip, Samai had already improved significantly.
At this point, she was just running on fumes—the inevitable result of days without sleep. Nothing a little rest couldn't fix. Even without medication, a few good nights' sleep would restore her completely. The herbs would simply speed up her recovery, nothing more.
Lirael had put Eldric up in a hotel just minutes from her place. After a quick walk, he arrived at her doorstep.
He found Samai freshly washed up, though still groggy—Lirael had gently woken her. Truth
