A few minutes later, the tent flap rustled.
Soren straightened up immediately. Beside him, the two guards turned as well as Seria stepped out into the late evening light. Her white robes were still immaculate, her expression as serene as when she had first arrived. There was no trace of the urgency from earlier, only a quiet calm that seemed to settle over the space around her.
The older guard stepped forward first. "Miss Seria. How are they?"
Seria clasped her hands in front of her, with a gentle expression on her face. "They are fine. Both are stable now."
Soren felt a weight lift from his chest.
"The boy will wake within the day," she continued. "His ribs will need time, but he is young and strong. He will make a full recovery."
