"How is your body?"
"Hmm… I am fine. Just a little sore even after Helena healed me," Sandra said softly as she lay against the bed, her body sinking into the sheets with a lingering exhaustion. Her gaze drifted toward nothing in particular, "I just wonder if they are doing okay…"
Aether, seated beside her, watched her quietly for a moment before a gentle smile touched his lips. He reached out and carefully tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, "They will be fine. Just take rest."
Sandra responded with a soft hum, her eyes fluttering slightly.
Aether studied her expression, a faint crease forming between his brows. The wounds that had once marked her body were gone, completely healed, leaving no trace behind. Yet something felt wrong.
The exhaustion clinging to her was deeper than mere physical strain. It was the same look he had seen on others who had been heavily wounded during the chaos.
Though Aether himself had been injured, his condition was different.
