Azrael swallowed hard as he looked at her slumped figure. She was absolutely looking rotten but they had no other clue on how to get her healed because her system did not work like any other.
“Alright, time to get into bed,” said Azrael briskly as Eloa swayed unsteadily on her feet. Her grey complexion looked even more ashen and her dark hair was damp and matted to her forehead.
He changed the linens after letting her sit on the chair while Nia was cooking something else for her stomach. She had been feeding her almost every single thing that she had been able to read in the healing books that she had received from her father but till now nothing seemed to be really working. Finally when he was done he picked her up slowly in his arms and helped her get on the bed.
“I am so sorry Azrael
