Your majesty, you can see my wings

Thorn placed Elora gently on the fur bed after he cast a cleaning spell on her. He watched her go back to sleep and he left the tent.

Walking quietly around the clearing, he noticed signs of the trees being uprooted.

He squatted to examine the empty pit, his finger tracing its edges as a single question filled his mind: 'What spell did she use?'

After some minutes, he cleaned his hands and returned to the tent. Opening the tent fur, he found Elora sitting upright on the bed.

He rushed toward her, and tried to lie her down, ''Your Majesty, you should rest.'' He said softly but with a firm tone when he noticed her struggle.

''I feel fine,'' Elora said softly as she placed her legs in a lotus form. Noticing her intent to absorb magic, Thorn held her tightly.''Your Majesty, you shouldn't. What if something goes wrong?'' he whispered, his breath warm against her neck. Elora tried to distance herself, but he held her tighter.