The first light of dawn crept through the trees, illuminating the encampment with a soft glow. Morgana woke to the sound of hushed voices and the faint clinking of metal as the warriors prepared for the journey ahead. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sat up, glancing around for Amara. The healer was still at her side, checking on Amara's condition.
"Is she awake?" Morgana asked, her voice thick with sleep.
The healer shook her head, her expression serene yet concerned. "Not yet, but she is stable. The magic has restored some of her strength, though she still needs time to recover."
Morgana nodded, a wave of gratitude washing over her. "Thank you for everything."
"Just doing my duty," the healer replied, a gentle smile gracing her lips. "She will awaken when she is ready."
