Bel's face, previously contorted in discomfort, began to relax. The golden hue of the thread spread throughout her body, filling the hut with a gentle light.
"It is done," the Eayd said, stepping back from the pond. "She will wake soon, and her soul will be stronger than before."
"Thank you," Ossa said, his gratitude evident. The tension in his skeletal frame eased as he watched Bel's peaceful expression.
"Let us give her some time," Mystara suggested, guiding Ossa and the omega out of the hut. "She will wake when she is ready."
The three of them left the hut, the Eayd following them out. Ossa felt a sense of relief, knowing that Bel was safe and would soon be with them again.
Meanwhile, Bel, who had been seemingly fighting a battle in her mind's world, found tranquility amidst the struggle as the golden hue found its way into her mental realm.
