The next morning, the cabin was filled with tense anticipation as everyone gathered to check on the injured. Lora, with her hands glowing faintly from her healing efforts, made her rounds. Most of the warriors were on their feet, their wounds closed and their strength returning. However, Tim remained weak and still unconscious, his condition worrying everyone.
Azriel frowned, a deep line of concern etched on his face, and approached Lora. "What do you think?" he asked quietly, his eyes flicking at Tim’s still form.
Lora looked conflicted. "I've done everything I can," she replied. "With the amount of healing energy I've put into him, he should be better than this. Maybe the infection was too great, or maybe there's something else at play."
Azriel hummed in concern, his gaze turning to T
