The moment Damian and Lucain arrived at the healer’s house, Madam Brie led them through the narrow hallway and pushed open the small door to the recovery room.
Inside, Damon sat beside the bed—shoulders curled inward, fingers nervously tapping his knee, eyes glued to the unconscious girl. The moment he sensed Damian’s presence, he jolted up as if burned. His heart thudded loudly, fear twisting his expression.
“F–Father…” he stammered and immediately dropped to his knees.
Damian’s steps were calm, but his aura carried weight.
He placed a hand on Damon’s head, a brief, gentle stroke meant to reassure him.
“Wait outside for a while,” he said quietly.
Relief washed over Damon so visibly that his shoulders sagged.
“Yes, Father.”
He bowed again and hurried outside, closing the door softl
