Rye had been patient. At first, she planned to heal all his wounds and give him a chance to fight with the last bit of strength until his dying breath, but soon she realized that it was better not to.
Instead of sending all the magic she had at once, she kept back a tiny part of it. One that could be enough to keep him alive.
After the Beast fell from the sky with no one knowing why it would suddenly decide to do such a thing, everyone watched a general go in, to find out who the survivor was.
The apprentices crowding over Rye annoyed her, as they obstructed her view as they dawned over her, thinking that the glow on her skin was a result of the effects of the severed bond she had just suffered from.
'He's still alive! I can sense it!' Rye thought within herself recalling the moment when he had turned to look at her before looking away.