During the four days that had passed, life in the encampment no longer felt as heavy as before.
The tension that once lingered after the battle had eased, replaced by a quieter, more watchful calm.
As someone as observant as Caelius, he could tell that something was changing especially in the way the Davenmores, and even the young prince Cael himself, regarded their healer, Soren.
Soren, who always seemed to find himself standing at the edge of danger, had gradually drawn the attention of all four of them, slowly but inevitably.
It was as if trouble followed him wherever he went, whether he wanted it or not.
'He must really be unlucky,' Caelius thought. 'I wonder if he's already awake by now…'
His thoughts drifted back as he remained on standby beside Melissa's bed.
Time continued to pass, yet despite days of healing, her condition showed little improvement.
