"Is there anything we can do to save him?" Miss Lander asked, her voice filled with a mixture of anxiety and despair as she turned to Guildmaster Roku. Her concern for her ailing husband was palpable, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.
Roku, his weathered face etched with worry, rubbed his chin as he gazed at the commander who lay on the bed, his body wracked with tremors and drenched in cold sweat.
"How many healers have checked him already?" Roku inquired, his voice tinged with concern, as he waved his hand, covered in a pale white flame, over the commander's body in an investigative manner.
"More than fifteen," Miss Lander replied with a heavy sigh, her hand instinctively moving to cradle her swollen belly. "I've expended all of my emergency savings."
Roku nodded in understanding, a furrow forming on his brow as he delved deeper into his examination.
