Caesar did not even answer, I felt only a light touch of his lips on my cheeks, and fell into that hellish feeling of pain that did not let go.
***
The second time I came to my senses from the sound of a voice that I was sure I would never hear again.
- How is she? Adras asked quietly.
“Relatively,” the Caesar answered wearily. And she hears you.
Quick steps, a touch on my palm and said, with an indescribable feeling:
- Katherine...
“He hears, but cannot answer yet,” said Araeden gloomily.
Adras squeezed my limp hand and quickly, trying to speak distinctly, began to tell:
“We are restoring Mihran, Catherine. My mother is alive… Not only Mihran, Ashert, Dangat, Narken – cities have risen from the ashes. And we need you, you hear?
I heard. I heard every word. I didn’t believe about
