Chapter 91: The Duty of a Luna
“Lily?” Martha’s voice broke through the silence, followed by a gasp. “Oh, thank the Moon Goddess! You’re awake!”
Martha rushed to Lily’s bedside, tears welling in her eyes. She took her hand gently, her weathered fingers trembling slightly. She waited for a response from Lily, but only got silence in return.
Lily’s eyes were vacant, unblinking. She was physically there, but her mind was a million miles away.
“Seven days,” Martha whispered, her voice cracking. “You’ve been unconscious for seven whole days. Ragnar and I were so afraid we might lose you.”
Lily tried to sit up but winced as pain shot through her body. Martha quickly placed pillows behind her back, helping her into a more comfortable position.
“Don’t push yourself,” Martha warned, adjusting the blankets around Lily. “Your body is still recovering.”
Lily’s eyes met Martha’s, a vacant, distant look in them. She raised her hands weakly, signing a simple ‘Thank you’.
Martha wiped away her tears and busied herself pouring water into a glass.
“Here, drink this. You must be parched.”
Lily took small sips, the cool water soothing her dry throat. When she finished, she handed the glass back to Martha and signed again.
‘Could you bring me something?’ Her fingers moved slowly, still weak from disuse.
“Anything, child. What do you need?” Martha replied eagerly, relieved to see Lily communicating.