"Yes, Jack?" Eleanor's voice was steady, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of unease.
"Why be ye here, lass? How, when…" Jack fired off his questions like cannonballs, then added, "Are Mary and Lyra safe?"
Eleanor's face flushed with anxiety, her steps cautious as she neared Jack, striving to project a sense of calm. "Aye, they're fine. I had my best healers tend to their wounds."
Jack's brow furrowed, suspicion etched in his gaze. "Healers, ye say?"
"Uhm, people specialised in wounds and medicine," she clarified, her voice faltering slightly.
Jack smirked inwardly, his thoughts racing. 'Oh, just regular healers, then,' he mused. 'And here I thought they were like Lyra, with powers beyond the norm.' He shifted from his prone position, slowly sitting up on the bed, his eyes locking onto Eleanor's with a piercing intensity.