Arad sat on his chair, barely fitting in as he crammed his legs beneath the tiny table. "Bad news? Like what? He leaned back and looked at her with a passive face.
The pale night looked back at him, blinking as she flicked her pale fingers and a cup of strange tea appeared before her, one immediately spawned before Arad. She took a sip with closed eyes and sighed. "First, the good news is that Lunara is stable. She'll survive, but probably won't move for a week. Have a drink." She pointed at his cup.
The strange glowing blue and green liquid bubbled like something out of a witch's cursed pot. Even Arad who ate many things gave it one look and noped out, that thing looked vile.
