the fight at resson went horribly wrong, in practically every way possible.

liam had gone down.

only violet had been close to him, watching helplessly as the wyvern had torn its claws into deigh.

but tairn had been able to get there just in time, stopping the wyvern before it could deal the final blow.

the flight back to aretia had been full of panick, praying that malek didn’t want liam.

he had made it just in time for the healers to save him and his dragon. he had been near lifeless when he’d been brought in.

you were beside his bed when he finally woke up, blonde lashes fluttering as his blue eyes slowly opened.

he looked rough, sprawled out on the cot. still, despite the rasp in his voice from a lack of use, he was alive.

“hey.”