The healer moved about the room with calm precision, her hands deftly pulling tools and vials from a satchel she carried. She was a middle-aged woman with an air of authority, her graying hair tied neatly behind her head. The soft jingling of her bracelets filled the quiet room as she approached the bed where Eirik lay.
Eirik flinched slightly when she placed a cool hand on his forehead, checking for fever. He felt exposed under her watchful eyes, especially with Kaelix and the twins hovering nearby. His gaze darted to Kaelix, who stood stiffly by the wall, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Lucian and Julian were next to him, both fidgeting nervously. None of them met Eirik's gaze, and their avoidance only deepened his unease.
The healer's voice was gentle but firm. "Let's see how you're doing, Your Highness. Try to relax."
