(Amelia)
I stood next to the bed watching Damien sleep peacefully. A soft white sheet covered his naked form, while the gentle wind came through the open window in our room.
It's been two days now since we had been living in this world, and Damien was slowly regaining his strength.
He was becoming the man I was used to seeing, not the skeletal figure that was saved from the tree.
I watched as Damien's chest rose and fell steadily, a peaceful rhythm that soothed the worry that was still in my mind.
His fever had been relentless, his skin burning so hot that for a while, I thought I was losing him again.
That thought, the idea of losing him after everything we had been through was unbearable. I had tried every spell I knew and searched through every magical remedy I could think of, but nothing seemed to work.
