Baski didn’t answer. The question hung in the air for so long Danika knew she wouldn’t answer.
“M-my… p-princess…”
Danika stilled at the hoarse sound of Sally’s voice. Her head whipped around, and she stared at Sally, whose eyes fluttered open.
“Sally! Oh, Creator… Sally!” She climbed onto the bed, crawling towards Sally.
Sally’s eyes found her princess. “M-my… p-princess…”
“How do you feel, Sally? How are you doing?”
Sally tried to sit up, and Danika saw the move. She helped Sally to sit up on the bed, both wincing at the same time.
Sally heard her wince, and she lifted concerned eyes towards Danika. “Are you… alright, my p-p-Princess?”
The question so softly asked—so brokenly asked—caused tears to fill Danika’s hurting eyes immediately. She pushed closer and wrapped her arms arou
