Bel tried to lift her hand, but it felt as though she had been chained to the ground. She tried to roll over but couldn't move. Her eyes wouldn't open, no matter how much she tried, and her mouth was still sealed shut. There was also a pain in her chest that was spreading. Her body felt hotter than normal, and it was hard to breathe. Suddenly, she felt something cool on her forehead, and the cooling sensation had more of an effect than she expected.
"Your Highness," a familiar voice said. "You should get some rest; let me—"
"That's my line, Tharus. You shouldn't be moving around. A few hours ago, I thought you wouldn't make it."
Bel would have smiled if she could move her face. She couldn't be happier that Tharus was okay, and by the sound of it, he was okay enough to move around.
"I thought the same thing too. I can't believe the princess would risk her life to heal me."