"My gods…"
Arthur's words were hardly more than a whisper. He didn't even have a description for what he was witnessing.
All he could do was grip the side of the cot and squeeze his eyes shut once he was certain her chest was rising and falling.
Felix had stood up the moment Sir Arthur let his presence be known. He hadn't been able to sleep much anyway since Irene had been injured. But he wasn't given any acknowledgement the moment Arthur saw his daughter. The apprentice could only understand.
He would never have children, so he could only imagine how painful it would be to see your child so gravely injured and not be able to do anything to speed up the healing process. Her appearance was alarming as well. Altogether, it was a formula for only pain and worry.
"Tell me what happened, Felix," Arthur finally mustered up.
The apprentice went to pull up another chair so Arthur wasn't left sitting on the ground.
