Kamira groaned as she tried to get up, and dug her elbows deep into the pillow in a vain attempt to lift herself from the bed. The muscle pain from the days of arduous marching was enough to keep her in it, but by helping Ryell, she’d added mental strain. Channeling magic wasn’t necessarily too strenuous on its own, but the focus it required at the brink of exhaustion took its toll as well. Yet not even for a moment did she regret helping the Devanshari, even if she had no illusion that any of them would change their minds about demonologists. She could only hope that the prince would call for her again if more of his people suffered.
“If it’s so bad you slept past noon, you should stay in bed.” Veelk glanced at her from the table. “And don’t tell me you’re fine.”
“I’m not, but we need t
