Sylvia Fenris' POV
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They would not let me stay in the room while the healers worked on him.
I sat outside the door for hours, my knees pulled tight to my chest, listening to muffled voices and the clink of instruments and the occasional low groan that told me, at least, that he was still alive.
Garrick brought me water I did not drink and a blanket I did not need, and eventually he simply sat down beside me and said nothing at all, which somehow helped more than any words could have managed.
"He is going to make it." Garrick's voice was low and rough beside me. "He is too stubborn not to, Sylvia. I have known him since he was a boy and stubborn has a
