The door clicked softly behind the departing healer, leaving an unsettling silence in its wake.
Elysia sat rigidly on the edge of her bed, her injured arm cradled against her chest, eyes flickering warily to the figure standing across the room.
Malvoria.
The Demon Queen leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed over her chest, her gray eyes unreadable as they settled on Elysia.
The flickering light from the fireplace cast soft shadows across her sharp features, highlighting the faint glimmer of her horns and the fiery strands of her crimson hair.
The tension between them felt palpable, crackling like a live wire in the quiet room.
What now? Elysia wondered, her heart pounding louder than she cared to admit.
Malvoria sighed softly, breaking the silence as she pushed off the wall. With a wave of her hand, a small healer's box materialized in the air before her, hovering briefly before settling onto the bedside table.
