The Aftermath

Ave, who had caused the weather to misbehave for a few minutes after what she did, stared at Lydia, who was still unconscious on the floor. Though her appearance had strangely looked healthier after the light went into her chest, she wasn't waking up and remained unmoving on the cold floor.

Biting hard on her bottom lip to keep herself from panicking, as she had not only risked her life performing magic inside the Pendragon palace, but the person she had risked it for was yet to wake up.

Reaching out her shaky hand, she searched for a beating pulse, and the relief that washed over her entire body made her sway to the side as she let out the breath she didn't even realize she was holding in before. The girl was alive, that was all that mattered; she had a beating pulse, and now that Ave looked closely, her breathing was beginning to show.