Chapter 39 Caelum

• I collapse into the armchair in Aria's hospital room, exhausted. The physical fatigue from days without proper sleep weighs heavily on my shoulders, but the emotional burden is even more crushing. The armchair is uncomfortable, hard, but it doesn’t matter now. The weight of responsibilities, doubts, and the growing tension with Seraphina is overwhelming every part of me. The room around me is silent, except for the faint hum of medical equipment and the rhythmic, yet increasingly strong, sound of Aria's heartbeat on the monitor. That steady beat brings a sense of relief that warms my own heart.
• My mind is troubled by Asher's latest reports, but for now, I try to focus only on Aria. Her skin, which had seemed so pale and lifeless, is beginning to regain its color. The soft, tawny tone of her complexion is returning, bringing back the beauty that always captures my attention. Aria is unconscious, but even so, she exudes a strong presence—something that holds me to her in a way I cannot explain.
• The doctors came a few hours after I delivered the antidote, checking and monitoring Aria's recovery. One of them, the eldest, with deep wrinkles on his face and gray hair, approaches Aria, examining her carefully. His expression of surprise grows with every passing second as he makes his notes.