The medical room in the Storm Clan was shrouded in darkness, with only the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the window.
The crystal lamps were off, and the hum of the healing machine in the corner had stopped, leaving a silence that felt heavy.
Charles lay on the bed, his tunic still carrying a faint burnt smell, though not as strong as before.
It was a tedious odor to endure, but somehow he was managing to tune it out.
Through the closed door, muffled footsteps and distant murmurs from the medical staff in the hallway drifted in, but inside the room, the space felt solitary.
Kaira had left a couple of hours ago, and while her visit had been a welcome change after the tension with Lira, now that he was alone, Charles couldn't shake a strange sense of emptiness.
He let out a long sigh, staring at the dark ceiling.
His mind kept replaying the conversation with Kaira.
