Fiona
“He’s stable for now, but if we don’t get this antidote made soon, the preventative treatment will become ineffective,” Healer Sarina tells Ryan as he lowers himself into the chair beside Ethan’s bed.
I study Ryan’s face, noting the dark bags under his eyes and the weary expression, the slump of his shoulders, and the heavy sigh that falls from his lips. He looks as tired as I feel, and that makes me realize that this is not only taking a toll on Ethan but all of us as well.
“I’ve contacted the Council to send us two healers and any of your requested ingredients that they have available,” Ryan says while scrubbing a hand down his face. “The representative I spoke with didn’t sound too happy about my demands, but they told me they would put my request in with the Council and the
