Liam, the Sea prince

The days that followed the terrifying storm felt like a second life on the Sea Phantom. The group, worn thin by the chaos and fear, finally got the chance to rest. Bodies and minds battered, they collapsed into long overdue sleep. Even the crew, hardened by years of sailing, walked with slower steps and duller eyes, the weight of what they'd survived still clinging to their bones like salt from the sea.

Mariel, after being wrapped in every blanket the ship could find, was carefully placed in her quarters. Sera stayed with her at first, keeping a close eye and pressing warm cloths to her forehead. By morning, her fever had broken, and by the second day, her color had returned. Restless energy filled her again like a spark catching fire.