Restless Elina

At Tensel's place.

Elina stared out the window, counting the minutes until the sun set. It had been the longest day of her life. The worst. She had tried to sleep, but she couldn't keep her mind still. Over and over her brain insisted on tricking her, telling her that Damonq was dead. 

He lay in the earth, the soil over him, covering his terrible wounds, wounds he hadn't fully taken care of because of her. He'd spent so much time trying to save her, trying to save her baby, and  in the end he'd sacrificed his life.

After her secrets had been laid bare to him, he had called in the healer, Tensel, and the others. To her surprise, they hadn't turned her away; they had rather vowed to save her child if she was good. Then, Damonq and the healer had entered her body as white hot light, and had kept the parasites attacking her baby at bay.