The infirmary's west wing was quieter than the rest, its silence heavy with grief. Daisy's footsteps echoed softly against the stone floor as she made her way to Marylou's room, the Moon's Tear hanging cool and heavy against her chest. She paused at the doorway, steeling herself for what lay ahead.
Steve sat beside the bed, his broad shoulders hunched, his calloused hunter's hands clasped around one of Marylou's. The mystical web had spread since yesterday, its silvery threads now cocooning most of her body in their ethereal embrace. Only her face remained mostly untouched, peaceful in its stillness, as if she were merely sleeping.
"Steve," Daisy said softly, announcing her presence.
He didn't look up, but his shoulders tensed slightly in acknowledgment. "Come to check on her again?"
D
