Selena's POV
The moment Elder Mora’s hand left my arm, I realized how tightly she had been holding me. She guided me into my chambers, her presence a strange mix of authority and comfort. Linda and Anya were by my side too, her eyes wide with worry. Without a word, Linda hurried to fetch something as I laid on the bed..
A moment later, she returned with a warm, damp towel. Steam still rose from it in faint wisps, carrying with it the faint scent of lavender. Mora took it from her gently, her eyes never leaving my face, and placed it against my forehead. The heat seeped into me, soothing the ache that had rooted deep inside my skull.
That simple warmth made me feel soft. Tears welled in my eyes and, before I could blink them away, they spilled down my cheeks in quiet, relentless trails.
