Hours passed without any word at all. Solna sat in the hallway the whole time, refused food and company and distraction, though he did submit to Lanaut’s demand that he keep hydrated, if he was so bent on moping in her house. He cracked a smile when she said it.
Night had long since fell when the healer reappeared. “He asks for you,” was all the old elf said to Solna before he was gone.
Solna didn’t have to be told twice. He bolted off the floor like it was on fire and stumbled into their temporary room, everything in him twisted anxiously. Vius’ beautiful brown eyes met him and a slow smile spread across Vius’ sharp face. Two steps and Solna dropped onto the edge of the bed, lightheaded.
For a moment, Solna just soaked in the sight of his husband awake, smiling in a tiny curl of lips,
