Lyria sat impatiently on a large wooden table. It was softened by pillows, but she fidgeted anyway. Her discomfort had more to do with her fear.
“So,” the Healer said, “can you please detail everything you remember that you fear may have affected the baby?”
“I was kicked in the stomach,” Lyria replied, keeping her eyes on the uneven wood planks of the floor. She was afraid to look up, afraid that she would see some dread in the eyes of the Healer that would tell her there was no hope.
Conversely, King Wallace stared wide eyed at the Healer. He watched every twitch and movement for some glimmer of hope.
“Healer Tylene,” he asked, “can Nightsblush have harmed the baby? I know it was given to Madelyn to induce labor, but what would happen if taken early in a pregnancy.”
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