Jack's consciousness abruptly returned to his physical form, the transition from the divine realm to a mortal vessel invariably accompanied by a period of disorientation as his perspective shifted from an eternal awareness to the constraints of a corporeal existence.
He opened his eyes to find Seraphina standing before him, her posture perfectly composed despite obvious concern radiating from her expression.
Her hands were clasped in front of her, fingers interlaced; she'd been waiting patiently but worriedly for some time.
"Young Master," She said it quietly, her voice showing professional concern that kept the right distance between a servant and a noble, even after all those years.
Her gaze followed his facial expressions, then briefly shifted to his injured arm before re-engaging with his eyes. "Are you... Should I summon a healer?"
