Raphael watched intensely as the healer bandaged Lana's right arm as he held her other hand.
"How is she?" the Beta asked grimly. His eyes were still the color of the night sky as he couldn't content his anger upon seeing Lana's pale face. If the silver stabbed her in a vital part, he would have already lost her by now.
"I am all right," Lana tried to soothe Raphael's anxiety, but no amount of words could ease his tense feelings now.
"She will be fine after two days of rest," the healer said after she finished tying up the bandage and let Lana lay back down. "Her healing ability will help, but since it is silver, it will take some time. You just have to pay attention not to get the wound wet."
"Thank you," Raphael murmured, yet his eyes didn't leave Lana's face. "I think Serefina will need you in the king's tower."
