Anna struggled to sit up, and Zavian moved to help her. She accepted the gesture, and stood by Neera's side, one hand holding the bed frame for support. She looked up and down the length of Neera's body, the light already dissipating into nothingness, and she touched a hand to her head.
"We still have to go on," she told the King.
"Why isn't she awake?"
Anna held Neera's wrist, searching for a pulse. "Give it till the full moon is over before we draw any conclusion."
"I don't understand. Why isn't she getting up?"
"We don't know yet, your Majesty."
"Then make her wake up," Zavian ordered.
"Your Majesty," Anna's knees buckled, and two witches were by her sides, holding her up. "Please, we have done our part. Even we witches have limits, and we also have hope at the end of rituals."
