Roku, barely reaching the door, turned back in astonishment. How could the commander recover so swiftly? Roku understood he was no official healer, he had merely offered a slight spiritual boost, hoping to grant Donald a fighting chance.
Hurrying to Donald's bedside, Roku's hand ignited with a flicker of flame as he conducted a thorough examination. The fire danced on his hand as he inspected Donald's body focusing mainly on his head.
"I'm still alive, old friend," Donald's voice, though weak, carried a hint of humor, an attempt to alleviate the tension that hung heavy in the air. Miss Lander, overwhelmed with relief, enveloped her husband in a tight embrace, her tears of joy mingling with the warmth of her affection.
Satisfied that Donald was indeed out of immediate danger, Roku dispelled his diagnostic spell and settled into a seat beside him.
