Caspian stepped in first, his massive frame was covered in soot, his left shoulder heavily wrapped in fresh medicine where Elder Ignis's sovereign fire had scorched him.
His golden eyes were no longer white with fury; instead, they were filled with a profound, trembling vulnerability as he saw her awake.
Behind him, Raiden's nine pink tails were dragging low against the floor, his usual shameless, teasing smirk nowhere to be found.
Kulu stood quietly near the back, his red wings slightly ruffled, while Ren walked up to the edge of the bed with a bowl of steaming, rich broth.
None of them spoke immediately. The silence in the room was thick with a heavy, suffocating wave of residual guilt.
Hana looked at their exhausted, blood-stained faces, her expression flat but her eyes softening. She reached out, her pale hand resting flat against the edge of the mattress.
"Get over here," she muttered hoarsely. "All of you."
