Healer says he will live, but he doesn't wake.
Caelan lies on floor of Great Hall, green dress under his head because I folded my dress edge to make pillow, my chest bleeding still through torn green fabric.
Theo kneels next to me holding cloth to my chest cut. "Press," he says. "Press, Ella."
"I press," I say, but hand shakes.
Prince Cassian and other suitors stand in circle far away, holding wine glasses no one drinks. Elder Miriam stands with them, face white, not because she poisoned, I think now not her, but because poison happened in her dinner.
Rhea left through door, but I feel her still, like cold wind at my back, not gone far.
Healer pours second bowl of root, stirs.
"He needs more binding," healer says. "First dose stopped death, but Moonshade sits in stomach, will come b
