*Noah*

Outside of the healer’s room, I stood there, leaning on the door. Zara had been escorted to a separate room, still in range of the baby, should she want to get up and check on her.

She’d fallen asleep, the stress far too much for her. I felt a heavy weight on me, exhaustion and bone-deep worry radiating from my body.

Eventually, I took a trip to the bathroom, needing to splash some water on my face before returning to my bleak vigil. When I ...