[Healer's Hut — Continuation]
The room remained quiet.
The golden and silver eggs rested peacefully beneath the blankets while Lyresaph continued guarding them with the seriousness of a dragon protecting the greatest treasure in existence.
Duke Aren's gaze remained fixed upon them. For several moments he simply stared. Then he asked—
"When will they hatch?"
As Levin glanced toward the eggs, a faint smile appeared, almost invisible. "Ninety more nights."
Silence.
Duke Aren blinked.
"Ninety?" The Duke looked personally offended by the number. "That is far too long."
Levin nodded, his fingers brushed across the silver egg.
"I know, but they are not ordinary children. They were born from the bond between a human and a Prime Alpha Silver Serpent."
The room fell silent, and then Zeramet said, "The elders of Zahryssar believed such children require a hundred nights within their shells. So they may be born stronger."
