(Author's POV)
"I called for him," Myra spoke, her voice hoarse and tired.
Both Alaric and Elio looked back as Elio reached for Myra's hand. "Myra~ …. are you okay? Are you feeling dizzy? Should I take you to the hospital?"
Myra, with a lethargic gaze, shook her head, "No~ … I am fine."
"But~ … but, what happened to you? How did your injury~ …." Elio's voice shook, with pain, with confusion as he clamped Myra's hand tightly.
