Thirty-one: The baron, the friend and the witch

Outside world:

Claus' pov

I stared blankly at Lucian. My ears might be playing tricks on me. Did he say wife?

"Lucian, Yra is dead.."

He shook his head, another cough caught him. His chest heaved and he couldn't help but tremble.

"Careful, you may have damaged an organ." Tristane told him.

"I'm fine. Help me up.."

I pulled him up only to a sitting position, his long dark hair fell over his pained face.

"Oh god, everything is spinning.."

"Can you do something?" I asked Tristane.

"I may have something. Stay here."

I nodded and watched Lucian press his finger into his nose bridge.

"Are you in pain?"

"Yes. Everything hurts."

I looked around not really sure what I was looking for but once I see it, I may know what it is. I saw a pitcher and a glass on a table, I stood up and filled the glass.

"Here, drink.."