The broth trembled in Sophie's hands as she approached the infirmary. The guards had been rotated—new faces, unfamiliar, less alert.
“Just a moment," she said softly, slipping past them before they could stop her.
She paused at the door.
Inside, Dylan sat beside Fiona's bed, his voice raw with emotion.
“…I remember the song," he murmured. “The one you sang on the cliff. It kept me alive."
Fiona turned her face slightly, eyes fluttering. “I didn't think you'd remember it so clearly."
“I always do," he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “The melody was soft. Steady. Like it was part of me."
Fiona blinked once. “I just sang what came to me."
No. Sophie's heart dropped.
Fiona didn't know the song. She never did.
She backed away, unnoticed, and fled down the hall, broth sl
