"Where am I? What happened?," Theseus questioned, his eyes focusing on the princess.
Relief washed over Celestiel's features, seeing that the witcher was indeed well.
"You fell unconscious because of your resistance to water," Celestiel explained, then she gestured towards the physician. "But she helped you."
Theseus looked towards the physician siren, who was still slightly in awe of the prominence of the crimson colour of Theseus' eyes. "Thank you, miss."
The physician slowly nodded her head. "It is my job."
"If the boy is strong enough, we should get him to the King," Reagan spoke up, bringing the attention of the room to himself.
"He just regained consciousness-," the physician began speaking, displeased by Reagan's insensitivity to the boy's health.
