Velyrian sat on a wheelchair with all his muscles gone.
'...'
Akamir rubbed his eyes as he walked towards him.
"Hey."
he said, making him turn to look at him.
Velyrian turned his head slowly, his pale face calm as always.
His long blonde hair was tied back, though a few strands hung loose near his cheek.
His face was not like before….
Velyrian had lost a lot of muscle in the span of two months.
It was so drastic that Akamir couldn't even understand.
'What even happened to him?'
Velyrian's eyes met Akamir's, quiet and distant.
"You're late," Velyrian said, voice low but clear.
Akamir shrugged, walking up to him. "Had to deal with Viros and Luca. They still whine like kids."
Velyrian let out a small breath. Not quite a laugh, but close.
Akamir stood beside him, eyes scanning the room.
Scrolls and crystals were stacked neatly on the desk nearby.
And in the centre of it all was the staff they had been working on for the past few months.
