"Dear God how did this happen to her-" Elias's voice came out strained as she struggled to listen. "Shut your mouth and make it fast." Elynor stood like a storm waiting to break. His hands were clenched at his sides, knuckles white with restrained fury. Isolde had never seen him like this—his usual controlled demeanor shattered, replaced by something raw and dangerous. Elias glanced at Isolde, his face ashen. "I need to examine the wound first-"
"Then do it." Elynor cut in, each word razor-sharp. Elias knelt beside Isolde, his hands gentle as he probed the back of her head. She flinched at the pain, but didn't pull away. She could feel Elynor watching every movement Elias made, his body taut with tension. "A concussion," Elias murmured. "No internal bleeding, but she'll need rest." Elynor's hands flexed at his sides. "How did they get so close?" His voice was eerily quiet.
