Caspian's POV
She'd gone quiet after I said it. I told her to write down whatever she remembered about her family, names, places, anything at all, no matter how small it seemed.
She reached for paper without arguing, which told me she needed something practical to do as much as I did.
I checked on Zoren myself before I did anything else.
He was sitting on the edge of a cot in the healer's room, shirt off, a bruise already darkening along one side of his ribs, and he didn't look up when I came in.
"You're alive," I said.
"Barely worth mentioning at this point." He prodded the bruise, winced, and stopped prodding it. "Ribs are bruised, not broken. Jaw works. I'll live long enough to complain about it properly tomorrow."
"Next time you volunteer to let her throw you into the ground, t
