Ravina felt tired and dizzy during the first few hours after waking up. Weakness and occasional disorientation overwhelmed her, exacerbated by the sight of the chaos that had befallen their home after the attack.
"It will be alright. We are already rebuilding," Malachi assured her, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. "You shouldn't worry yourself. Focus on your health and rest."
"No, I'm fine now," she insisted, her determination driving her to help. There was much to be done. "What about the humans?" she asked, turning to him.
Malachi's smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "Most of them perished, but we have a few in prison."
"Let me speak to them," Ravina requested.
He hesitated momentarily, but eventually relented.
Guiding her to the dungeon, Ravina found herself standing in front of a cell, where a man sat in a corner, partially concealed by shadows. His worn and battle-scarred appearance revealed the hardships he had endured.
