The Duke frowned at Helena when she explained that there had been a mass healing of not only the sick royal knights but the entire fortress, including the wheat plants and lands around Everton.
The sigil Faye had conjured, which had throbbed heavily with Serpen's light, must have taken immense power for her to create. So it made sense why she had become so exhausted this time and lost consciousness.
He thought. "But what was the risk to her and their unborn child when she did it?"
Helena covered Faye and tucked the blankets around her tiny frame after giving her and the baby a last once over.
The Duke observed the grandmotherly woman taking care of Faye. He now knew that she was a witch, but in a good way. She practiced white magic and healing magic. She cared deeply for those she cherished and held close to her heart.
"I didn't ask her to do that, you know? To heal Everton and the field. I asked of her to just take care of the sick men."
