The first rays of morning sun filtered through the sails, casting a golden glow across the deck of Tyler's ship. As the crew stirred to life, Astrid, with her angelic heritage, stepped forward to tend to the sailor who had fallen under Isadora's charm the previous night. Drawing upon her light element, she gently laid her hands on the man, channelling her healing energy into his frail body. The process left her feeling drained, and she gratefully accepted a glass of juice from Darla, who had appeared at her side.
As the sailor's eyes fluttered open, he looked around in confusion. "What happened?" he asked, his voice weak but coherent.
"You had a little run-in with a powerful seductress," Tyler explained, keeping his tone light yet probing. "What did she ask you?"
The sailor shook his head, a stubborn refusal in his eyes. Despite being physically healed, it was evident he was still mentally under Isadora's influence.
