We returned to the inn where I had reserved a room specifically for the child. No one but myself or Lyall was allowed inside. The boy needed a safe space to recover without interference.
While Lyall handled matters upstairs, I had taken the liberty of bringing Asher along during the kidnapping of the Pope. The so-called holy man was now confined in the underground torture room, shackled and awaiting interrogation.
Asher, on the other hand, was resting in the adjacent room. I had yet to heal him. For now, my focus remained on the child who lay in front of me, his small frame rising and falling with each breath. The light from the burning oil lamp shimmered over his blue scales.
His wounds had already healed, his innate healing magic working faster than expected.
I stayed in Ocean's male form. With Mirielle no longer required, I could finally let her persona rest.
