Voren didn't waste a single second. The moment Seraphine went completely limp in his arms, he scooped her up gently and carried her straight back into the bedroom.
Deep concern was etched all over his face as he moved, and every few seconds his eyes would drift down to her peaceful sleeping form, like he needed that constant reassurance she was still breathing normally.
He laid her down on the bed with the utmost care, then brushed away a few strands of hair that had fallen across her face. After that, he grabbed a clean towel from the bathroom, soaked it in cool water, and came back to gently wipe her face clean.
His movements were slow and incredibly patient as he dabbed away the traces of tears around her eyes, cleaned her hands, and tucked the blanket snugly around her body.
The whole time, the shaman leaned back quietly on her chair, watching everything with a soft, knowing smile that grew wider the longer she observed. The sight clearly warmed her heart.
