***Orion’s POV***
I did as I was instructed and put her in my bed, stomach down, with a pillow beneath her head. I tossed her black bag in the chair in the corner and moved back to her. Zarion peeked around the corner of my bedroom to watch what was happening, but I took no notice, being caught in the web of worry. The back of her dress was soaked in blood, and the hard wooden arrow shafts protruded through the fabric.
My father entered the room. “Undress her.” He said shortly as he set a beautifully decorated silver chest on the table.
“MANI!? (What!?)” I exclaimed.
“I must see the wounds and her dress is blood soaked. It is an infection waiting to happen, now undress her.” He said shortly, for he was impatiently preparing the proper potion. “And Zarion, go back to the palac
