A smile softened the Priestess's weathered face. "He has recovered remarkably well. Apollo's emergence has stabilised him in ways we couldn't have anticipated. He's been asking about you constantly."
Relief washed through me. "Can I see him?"
"Perhaps tomorrow, once you've rested more," Liam suggested gently. "You're still recovering from four days of heat."
I wanted to argue, but my body betrayed me with a jaw-cracking yawn. The brief burst of energy from eating was already fading, exhaustion pulling at my limbs.
"Rest now," the Priestess said, moving toward the door. "I'll return tomorrow with a full briefing on the political situation. And Luna?" She paused, her ancient eyes knowing. "Congratulations. The goddess's blessing shines brightly within you."
She was gone before I could a
