Over the next three days, Azrael recovered quickly. The wounds that should have taken weeks to heal were healing within days.
Lyanna stayed by his side, looking perfectly fine on the outside, but inside she felt completely different.
She has to remind herself to smile, to show concern, to fake the empathy that once come naturally. It was exhausting.
"You seem different these days." Azrael told her on the third day.
"Different how?"
"Calmer." He replied.
"I'm just tired." She replied. "I think I'm just… numb from everything that happened."
"I'm sorry. This has been so traumatic for you."
"It's okay. What matters is you're alive." She replied with a smile.
A week after the attack, Azrael was strong enough to travel. Lyanna rode beside him, watching him while showing the appropriate concern a wife should.
The old Lyanna would have been anxious about his recovery. But the new Lyanna felt only satisfaction that he was okay.
