After a short time, he took the spoon from Kyera and sat beside them. He filled it, cooled the spoon and carefully fed it to his wife. Unsurprised by his actions Kyera closed her eyes and focused on turning the soup into nutrition for her, breaking it down in her system so she could preserve energy. Luckily enough, Eve's body accepted Kyera's healing powers as part of her own life force.
"Why did you move behind her like that?" The Emperor asked, unaware of the energy exchange between the two women. Kyera didn't open her eyes.
"To put years of study simply, so she doesn't drown." Kyera replied, choosing to explain herself in that way rather than waste energy with mechanics. A healer would recognize the exchange, but hardly understand it. How could she expect a king to be any different?
"I see, so we should ensure extra pillows are brought to feed her." he replied and Kyera's eyes then opened.
"Emperor, all do respect, but feeding the unconscious is more complicated than perhaps truly known. It takes a very small mistake to close the lungs. I only do this out of desperation. Her body will never wake if it has no energy to do so." Kyera explained cooly. Her tone was respectful but full of authority. He couldn't help but nod, seeming contemplative.
"Since it was you who revived my wife, I must trouble you for her care. We must not chance further mistakes." he added as the last of the broth was fed to her. Kyera sighed thinking on this. There was not much she could use to persuade him and it might be nice having him owe her…
"Then I will have to trouble you to stay longer, then." Kyera replied nodding as she slipped out from under Eve and laid her back on the bed. "She will need to sleep. I expect her to wake tomorrow, but I can not be sure." She nodded and bowed to the Emperor.
"where will you be?" he asked her a bit suspiciously. She seemed to be preparing to leave.
"I am going to go bathe first off. Once I am clean and dressed properly, I will return to keep an eye on our Empress. A disciple cannot be left to stabilize her alone right now." Kyera added motioning to the slightly worn dress that looked as though it had been worn for several hours too long. The dirt and evidence of the forest a testament to how quickly she had heeded the call.
"Very well then." he nodded, pleased with her response. Kyera nodded and walked to the door, closing it quietly behind her. She walked out into the courtyard surprised to see the moon had raised and shadows danced in the forest edge.
The sally of a few dark shadows beckoned her eyes. A small smile creased her lips as a cat spirit weaved its way through her legs pulling her forward. "Alright, alright." Kyera soothed following the tiny thing to the forest. Standing there in the shadows was a old man Kyera knew well.
He smirked at her, bowing slightly as his eye and a half closed. The jagged scar faded in the lighter touch of the moon. HalfEye appraised her, his eyes following her body and tracing her power lines. Concern creased his brow in seconds. "You used a lot of energy again. This is twice now the shadows have warned me you were weak." he chided her carefully. There was still respect in his tones.
"Good to see you as well. Master Shaman Half Eye. Are you in fare health?" Kyera asked a touch formally and he glanced around. Sensing it as well he nodded.
"I came to check on my apprentice. Imagine my surprise to find you here, in the palace rather than the forest home." Half eye replied raising an eyebrow. Kyera was witty enough to know his question and she smiled.
"It was a unexpected event when you sent me to visit Sister Mally. I simply stayed because I was asked to." Kyera replied nodding at him. He smiled, chuckling.
"I never would have sent you had I known this would happen. Your a strong healer, but your inner energy still needs space to grow." Half Eye reminded her, his words partially a warning. His eyes shifted around the clearing as the shadows danced to and fro testing the area for that which hid.