Mana watched them take Zhara and looked at her master. “Will she make it master? Should I go with her so she isn’t alone?” When he nodded she ran off after them, tears in her eyes.
That evening mana was walking around outside the healers wing, her hands wrapped around herself and she was fighting not to cry again. Zhara had been in bad shape and they had been working on her tirelessly since she came back. She was barely stable but the fear was she hadn’t regained consciousness yet. Mana was talking to her self trying to find a way to help her.