Rosalind's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto Athena's still form. "She's alive," she whispered, "but barely. The curse took a terrible toll. We need to get her to a healer, now." Rosalind declared, in her confused state.
As they gathered around Athena's fragile form, the weight of their struggle settled upon them. The curse might be broken, but the true fight – to save Athena's life – had only just begun.
Eira’s shaky voice quietly asked, “Where do we find a greater healer?”
Just as Rosalind was about to respond, a warm, gentle voice filled the room. "Rosalind, dear, I brought some Silverleaf tea. It'll help you replenish your energy."
Cathryn, Rosalind's mother, entered the room, a steaming cup in her hands. Her eyes took in the scene before her, and her expression softened w
