Kaelen's POV
The healer materialized beside us the instant Lyra collapsed.
"Dear God," she breathed, examining the wound before placing her palm against Lyra's forehead. The touch seemed to steady Lyra's labored breathing. "Follow me immediately."
Without waiting for confirmation, she spun around and headed toward the closest room, expecting us to trail behind.
I shifted my hold on Lyra, cradling her more securely. Her head rolled limply against my chest. I positioned my hand behind her neck, supporting her skull to protect her even in this vulnerable state. The bandage around her throat had darkened further with fresh crimson. The white fabric was completely soaked through now.
The healer threw open a door leading into what appeared to be guest quarters. Simple furnishings filled the space - a bed dressed in pristine white linens, a wooden desk, and a looking glass. Nothing ornate or excessive.
