SEVENTY EIGHT: Worried About You
"First of all, leave us alone."
Calix motioned toward the old doctor still posed by the bed.
"Eh, but Your Majesty.." the man wringed his wrinkled hands, frowning at Kel.
"Just do as I say," Calix sighed.
The doctor gave Kel a final mistrustful look before bowing and obediently excusing himself into the chaos of the hall.
Kel flinched as the door slammed shut, muffling the shouts and busy steps outside the room.
"Did you have to light everything on fire?" Calix pressed his thumb and forefinger into his forehead.
"Oh.. uh, you see," Kel fidgeted, "I knew you were sick so I was trying to.. uh.."
"To help me?" Calix finished for her. "With this?"
He held up the moonstone as he spoke.
Kel swallowed. "Yeah.. I didn't.."
I didn't know it was Soren's.
She couldn't bring herself to even speak the name.