Noah paced back and forth in front of the closed treatment room, his mind filled with concern.
After the intense discussion with the knights last night in the main lounge of the knights' quarters, he returned to the treatment room to assess the situation.
However, to his dismay, neither the healer, the healer's assistant, nor the maid were out. The door remained firmly shut until morning, adding to his growing unease.
The treatment room door finally creaked open as the sun ascended in the sky, casting its warm glow on the surroundings.
Noah, who had been anxiously seated on a nearby bench, swiftly rose to his feet. Rafe emerged from the room, his eyes shadowed by dark circles. Without hesitation, the knight hurriedly approached him.
"How is she?" he asked, his voice tinged with anxiety and worry.
Rafe's expression softened as he met Noah's gaze.
