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There had been no sign of har cuts and slices fro, tired wood within her veins

Yrene had then inspected Prince Roho looked in far worse shape, a sizable gash snaking down his thigh But he’d waved her off, clai he’d come too near a burnout, and just needed to rest as well

So Yrene had left them, only to tend to another

To Lorcan, whose injuries … Yrene had needed to summon Hafiza to help her with some of it To lend her power, since Yrene’s had been so depleted

The unconscious warrior, who had apparently tuh the gates, didn’t so much as stir while they worked on hio, it felt

Yes, she needed to rest

Yrene aimed for the water station in the back of the hall, her mouth dry as paper Some water, soain

But a horn, clear and bright, blared from outside

Everyone halted--then rushed to the s Yrene’s srew as she, too, found a place to peek out over the battlefield

To where the rest of the khagan’s army, Prince Kashin at its front, ods Everyone in the hallhorn sang its welcome

Not just one army had been spared here today, Yrene realized as she turned back to the water station If that wave had reached Kashin …

Lucky They had all been so, so very lucky

Yet Yrene wondered how long that luck would last

If it would see theh the brutal march northward, and to the walls of Orynth itself

Lorcan let out a low groan as he surfaced from the warm, heavy embrace of darkness

"You are one lucky bastard"

Too soon Too da near death to hear Fenrys’s drawl

Lorcan cracked open an eye, finding hi on a cot in a narrow chaolden hair of the Fae warrior who sat in a wooden chair at the foot of his bed

Fenrys’s smirk was a slash of white "You’ve been out for a day I drew the short stick and had to look after you"

A lie For whatever reason, Fenrys had chosen to be here

Lorcan shifted his body--slightly

No hint of pain beyond a dull throb down his back and tight pull across his stoh to rip away the heavy wool blanket covering his naked body Where he’d been able to see his insides, only a thick red scar remained

Lorcan thumped his head back on the pillow "Elide" Her naue

The last he reates, Aelin Galathynius’s unholy power spent Then oblivion had swept in

"Helping with the healing in the Great Hall," Fenrys said, stretching out his legs before hiht in his chest easing

"Well, since you’re not dead," Fenrys began, but Lorcan was already asleep

Lorcan awoke later Hours, days, he didn’t know

The candle was still burning on the narrosill, down to its base Hours, then Unless he’d slept so long they’d replaced the candle altogether