The queen turns to Chancellor Keller. Gazing over him, she asks in softer words than I expect, "Are you ready?"
"Yes..." a deep inhale, "...your Majesty."
"A little more Dilly before he goes out?" she looks to Mae.
"Of course," she sprints over, feeding the chancellor heaping spoonfuls of the green plant. He finally holds a hand up to stop her.
"Save some..." a large breath, "for the others..."
"What about Tucker?" I ask, glancing to him still asleep in the coral bed. He hasn't moved since Reid tried to put him on the Millix before and that thought makes me nervous. I wish there was a doctor who could look at him. What if it's a concussion? Does he need medical attention? Or just rest for now?