Caedos did not wake for three days, and in that time, Avalan had begun to pick up its shattered pieces, smoke still rising to the sky from the battleground.
Lady Dilya personally watched over the Crown Prince whenever she could, the older Hellhound's dark eyes were steeped in grief, dark shadows underneath her eyes.
"You should get some rest," Ardan's voice broke into her distracted thoughts.
Dilya looked over at the young captain limping into the room, "And you shouldn't be on your feet," She scolded lightly.
Ardan had to support his weight with a walking stick, he patted the leg that had been reattached. "If I keep lying down, I'll forget how to use it."
Dilya didn't push, compared to the Crown Prince, Ardan's injuries were mild. She lowered her gaze to him once more, it was difficult to tell if his situation was improving, it filled her with unease.
