Maedor gazed down at his brother Myona, the youngling was already sound asleep, his caramel brown hair slicked to his forehead by perspiration.
Maedor had never seen an elf perspire so much, they were creatures birthed from nature and so they could always adjust to whatever temperature around them and still maintain a stable body temperature.
Perspiration on an elf meant the elf was weak in health and not at full strength and so most of the body's natural advantages were hindered.
Just as the elusive healer said, it would take sometime before Myona's health returned to normal, his body would still fight to shed off the final traces of the poison before he could fully recover.
And that process would take a long while, perhaps years even.
But at the very least, Myona was of elven bloodline, years were considered a long time to humans but not to elves,
