The candlelight in Elna’s room glowed softly, illuminating the herbal scent that lingered in the air. On a wooden table, Elna prepared a potion in a small bowl. Thin steam rose from the warm, dark purple liquid that gave off a strong aroma of roots and spices.
“Elna… I still feel weak,” Kesha said quietly, sitting back on the examination bed with a blanket draped over her shoulders. Yet her eyes remained alert, watching Elna’s every move.
Elna handed her the bowl without saying much. “Drink this. After that, return to your room.”
Kesha frowned, reluctant to take the potion. “I don’t want to go back. I’m safer here—closer to people who can protect me from… the next attack.”
Elna stared at her sharply. “You’ve done enough pretending, Kesha. Your wounds are minor, and there’s no reason fo
