"Mother," Drayce called out.
Evanthe got back to her senses and looked at him, the guilt appearing in her eyes. "Dray, Seren…I couldn't stop them…"
"I know, Mother. But are you alright?" Drayce asked her, keeping his worry about his wife aside.
She nodded and said in a panic. "We have to do something. They are powerful…."
"Evanthe, calm down," Draven said, "We all have to find a way, and for that we need you."
She looked at Draven, offering him a helpless gaze.
Draven had never seen such helplessness in her eyes even when they had fought numerous battles together, even when they had met dead ends and suffered the worst. This look in her eyes worried him now.
"Evanthe…"
"Morph, Aureus, others…" she asked, her expressions worried. So many of them were injured while fighting against the angels.
"Everyone is alright. They are recovering," Draven assured.
Evanthe let out a sigh of relief and got out of the bed.
