The descent of the sun below the horizon saw Garron finally evacuate the camp he'd made out of the hidden archives, relocating his studies to a hall Everon had reluctantly prepared for the binding process.
"I leave you two alone for what? A few hours? And I return to find the Lord of Onyx Scales, in an induced coma." Everon grunts, shaking his head in disbelief. "Jian is not going to like this, I tell you. He won't."
Neveah heaved a sigh, brushing the stray strands of hair from Xenon's forehead.
The first part of the procedure required Xenon to forgo his consciousness. And with the aid of some herbs and a little magic, Neveah had achieved it.
What came after, however, was the hard part. One she'd only just been informed she couldn't be present for.
"Will he..." She trailed off, her voice hoarse, "be alright?"
Garron nodded slowly, though he didn't look all that convinced himself.
