The Party (3)

I don't know where the palace got the extra waiter who was clamoring to call Eleonora Cristy. Andrew forgot his purpose in coming to the buffet table and returned. Really, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. 

"I will heal you." Eleonora said with trembling hands holding Andrew's wound which she covered with a tear in her pretty skirt. 

"Have you learned the healing magic?" Andrew asked in a weak voice. He was exhausted and had also lost a lot of blood. But, this wound didn't feel dangerous at all. 

He heard Eleonora laughing softly, but tears were also flowing at this time. She then helped Andrew to stand up, putting the man's burly arm around his shoulders. "Let's go!" said Eleonora. 

Andrew nodded and straightened his shoulders. He felt a stinging pain in the stab wound he had gotten. He saw the man disappear. The man named Alex who had called Eleonora Cristy until the end.