Natilda walked over to her husband, who was still regathering his strength from the battle with Areos and the others. She touched her husband’s wound and Dregon hissed from the pain, immediately.
“I’m sorry.” Natilda said, moving her hand away.
Dregon opened his eyes and stared up into his wife’s eyes. Natilda smiled at him for a quick second until someone came through the door to her room. With the snap of her fingers and the wave of her hand, she hurled the intruder into the air.
“What, Meugid?” Natilda asked. “Why do you intrude knowing that you are supposed to knock on my door?”
“I.. I’m sorry.. Natilda..” Meugid apologized in pain.
Dregon sat up, flinching from the pain. He placed his hand on Natilda’s arm and she turned to him.
