I wasn't more skilled than him, not even close, so I just stood there, watching as Eamon tended to her wound while Senja's curses echoed through the clearing, each one mirroring the sharp pain coursing through her—every wince, every pain expression etched deeper into her face, and my sympathy grew. Yet, I had little to offer in terms of assistance. Eamon's hands worked swiftly, his attention solely on her wound. He cared. He really cared. Whatever that meant.
Amidst Senja's discolored language and Eamon's focused efforts, Eldrion maintained a vigilant distance. His stares were directed at the surroundings, perhaps ensuring that the ambush wasn't a prelude to a more sinister threat. The tension still lingered, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that danger lurked nearby.
Not long after
