Priorities.

Cassina’s eyes widened, and she fought off the urge to yell frantically at her husband. But she knew better. Panic will get her nowhere.

Walking to the table side as her husband regained full function of his body, Cassina’s head drooped low and her eyes shone with a cold light. The warrior within her had awoken, denying her the loss of control over her emotions.

Silence settled within the room, its intensity nigh suffocating.

Just then, the door swung open again, and light hoof-steps clacked against the solid floor boards.

Through the doorway, a male Centaur appeared. Entering briskly, he scratched his long and grizzled beard with his right hand. His beard gave off a wild sensation as the unkempt, rough hair framed the Centaur’s face as though they were barbed wire.