Several minutes after Draven departed from the palace and left Ember in Leeora's care, the young human started to stir awake. As she's seated on a chair purposely placed beside the large bed, Leeora immediately sensed the movement and spoke up, "Ember, can you hear me? Are you awake?"
Ember heard the familiar warm voice and slowly opened her eyes to look at the elderly female elf. The dazed girl found herself greeted by Leeora's pleasant smile.
"Elder?" she mumbled in a weak voice.
"Good that you recognize me. That means you are fine," Leeora said happily as she touched the forehead of the girl. Her skin was feeling a bit cold to touch, but it seemed there was nothing wrong with her body.
"How are you feeling?"
Ember tried to sit up, and the elf hurried to assist her, arranging pillows behind her for support so she'd be more comfortable.
"Do not push yourself too much," Leeora told her with a kind smile. "You must be feeling weak."
Creation is hard, cheer me up!