Aveloria waited until the last healer stepped out of Evander's chamber before she let out a slow breath. The room smelled of incense and herbs. Evander was asleep, his breathing steady after the wound on his chest was cleaned, stitched, and sealed. She had ordered the guards to repair the mess left by the attack—broken glass, overturned furniture, blood smears on the floor. Everything was put back into place, neat and organized, almost as if nothing had happened. Only the extra guards at the door made it clear that something was wrong.
She stood by Evander's bedside for one more moment. He looked pale, but stable. She pulled the blanket at the edge of his bed to cover him, then stepped out.
Galen walked behind her without a sound. He had stayed with her the entire time, giving orders when needed, keeping everyone calm, and keeping Aveloria steady without trying to take over. She felt his presence like a constant shadow. She didn't mind it. He was helpful, quiet, and patient.
