(Third Person).
Meredith smiled softly, brushing a lock of dark hair from the child's face. "I was, but see? I'm all better now."
The girl's eyes widened. "Really?"
"Really."
Relieved, Xamira grinned. "Then come! Daddy said breakfast is ready!"
Meredith chuckled. "Alright, let's go."
Then, she took Xamira's hand, and together they walked down the corridor toward the dining hall.
When Meredith stepped into the room, she found Draven seated at the head of the long table. Dennis and Jeffery were at the table as well.
The smell of roasted meat, fresh bread, and coffee filled the air.
Draven looked up the moment she entered, his dark eyes softening. "You're awake," he said. "How are you feeling?"
"Better," she replied, taking a seat beside him. "I'm completely healed, actually."
He gave a small nod, satisfaction flickering across his face.
Xamira climbed onto a chair next to Dennis, who smiled and helped her to some fruit.
