The night had been long and heavy. Dolphus’s sharp face, usually calm and proud, now carried marks of weariness. His clear eyes were veined with red, proof that sleep had not touched him. He had stayed alert.
“Is Elena safe?” Richard broke the silence. The man had been at Dolphus’s side for many years. He knew Dolphus’s world, his secrets, his silence. If Elena’s life was in danger, Richard would sense it. This was the first time he had seen Elena fall apart so completely.
Dolphus did not answer. He handed the tablet back to Richard in a low voice. “You’ve done well. Eat something. Rest.”
Richard wanted to speak more, but Dolphus’s tone ended the conversation. After making a call to Professor Gauis, explaining Elena’s condition, Dolphus finally rose. His steps were heavy, but controlled
