King Jon's POV
Why was he wasting more time?
Restlessly, my gaze swept the circle of the healer's hut. Passing indifferently over the horses, I tried to penetrate the door and see beyond it. I needed to know if Sephora was alive, to know if she was still breathing.
I paced around in circles. Before, I heard the healer splashing water, and then I heard him sniffling. Now I listened closely and heard nothing but his hard breathing.
What was going on?
It seemed they had been inside for a long time and no news on Sephora's well-being, but I knew no more than ten or fifteen minutes had passed. Why was I impatient, when patience was a skill of survival I learned first on the training grounds? My mind was playing tricks on me, bad ones, vivid ones. I tried to sweep off the thought of the hea
