Quickly Healed

Vador was sitting at the bedside of his companion, a young elf who hadn't left her bed since her case had been presented to the elven mages.

They had healed her quickly, using their magic in a way he didn't quite understand. He hadn't asked questions—as long as it worked, that was enough for him.

Now, with nothing specific to do, he remained seated beside her, waiting for her to wake up. Maybe they could finally talk.

But for that, she had to open her eyes.

Vador observed the young elf's peaceful face, her delicate features illuminated by the soft glow of the candles burning slowly on the bedside table. The mages had done their work with almost divine precision, but time seemed to stretch endlessly in this silent waiting. He wondered what she had been through, what had led her to this state. Was it a physical wound, or something deeper—something tied to magic, or perhaps her very soul?