A/N: The language Aldric and Abigail used to communicate will be translated at the end of the chapter. It's actually a fae language known only to them.
Liam crouched beside Abigail and reached out carefully, his fingers pressing lightly against her neck. His brows furrowed in concentration before he let out a slow breath. "She's still breathing" he said, glancing back at the others. "What should we do?"
Jayden dropped to one knee beside him, his usual composure replaced with something more focused, more serious. He placed two fingers against her wrist, checking her pulse. For a second, he said nothing.
Then, quietly, "Her pulse is weak."
Moon's gaze hardened as he looked down at Abigail's fragile state, then shifted to Emily. "Can you heal her?"
Emily hesitated.
Her eyes locked onto the arrow lodged deep in Abigail's chest, the blood soaking through her clothes, the slow, uneven rise and fall of her breathing. Doubt flickered across her face but only for a moment.
