Literature
Human Experience 23
The worse has passed now, Atreyu thought, sighing as he leaned back in his chair. In the past three days he had barely had a moment of rest; tending to Blayre had proven much more difficult than he had anticipated. He closed his eyes and rubbed them lightly. They watered and stung as he yawned, his limbs and mind heavy with the dense fog of sleep.
"How is he?" a cold, sweet feminine voice called.
Atreyu's eyes snapped open, his sister's voice jarring him out of an uneasy, light sleep. Noah stood lazily in the doorway, dressed in a floor length white satin gown. Idly, she twirled a bit of her hair around her pinkie finger,