As Eiravyne left the cottage, she couldn't shake the image of Ilkar's pale face from her mind.
She knew she had to trust that Karl and the guards would care for him, yet the fear of what had transpired lingered, leaving her restless and unsettled.
Eiravyne returned to Ilkar's room, flanked by the guards who maintained a respectful distance.
The journey back felt endless, each step echoing with the weight of uncertainty.
When they reached the door, one of the guards gently pushed it open for her.
Once in the room, Eiravyne sank onto the bed, holding her head between her palms.
Her mind raced with confusion and worry, grappling with the events that had unfolded at the cottage and even before that.
She couldn't comprehend what had happened or how her powers had inadvertently affected Ilkar, but she knew with certainty that the consequences were grave and unsettling.
