Mira’s POV

I was awake. Not fully physically, but aware. I felt every movement in the room. Heard every voice. My body didn’t respond. My eyelids didn’t flutter. But I was in there, watching, listening, burning.

Kael hadn’t left. He spoke rarely now. Just watched. Sat. Waited. Lyra had given up talking to me directly. Now she spoke to the healers. Orders. Concerns. Warnings. “She’s not stable,” one said.

“She’s holding, but not healing,” another added. “She won’t unless ...