Mana shook her head and said “she’s alone in there now. The healers are working on the soldiers now from the fight. She’s in the back room…” she moved the curtain and said “go see her my king…”

When Atem made it to the room Zhara was wrapped in clean bandages all over, a rag on her forehead to aid with the fever. She looked small in this state, her breathing weak. Her pendent and staff were by her side.