A dull throbbing spread through Grace's head as she slowly drifted back into consciousness.
The softness beneath her and the warmth cocooning her body told her she was in bed... her bed. A familiar scent was lingering in the air, mingling with the warmth of the room. She didn't need to open her eyes to know she wasn't alone.
"Maybe we are being too soft on her," Rune's deep voice cut through the quiet. His tone was edged with clear irritation. "She keeps pushing herself to the limit, and for what? She says Greenstone isn't important to her, yet she nearly killed herself trying to put a barrier around it."
"Of course it's important to her," Dr. Kian countered in a soft but firm tone. "She just won't admit it. She acts like she doesn't care, but she does - deeply. That's why she won't stop."
