The she-wolfâs wound rapidly healed, and her complexion soon improved.
I heaved a sigh of relief.
It seemed the healing had worked.
The girlâs mother would be okay.
I was about to call out to Caleb that it was done, but I suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous.
The nausea spread through my body, and I retched.
âUghâ¦â
Caleb, sensing that something was wrong, rushed over to me.
âWhatâs wrong?â
Shaking my head, I answered, âm not sure.
Maybe I overexerted myself.
â
A feeling of regret washed through Caleb.
He was about to say something, but I interrupted him.
Patting his hand, I said, smiling, âItâs nothing to worry about.
I just need to rest.
â
The child took this moment to walk over to us.
Tears welled up in her eyes when she saw her mother was now alright.
Tearfully, she kneeled before us and said, âThank you both so much
.
I donât know what I would have done without you.
Iâ¦â
She choked up and began to sob.
The uncertainties of the war and the fear of losing a loved one finally broke through.
Debraâs POV:
Extending my hand to assist the child, I gently wiped away her tears, comforting her, âChild, thereâs no need to cry; everything will be okay.
â
Despite her continued sobbing, the girl nodded, unable to stop her tears.
Caleb and I shared a glance, sensing a hint of helplessness in the situation.
Recognizing that crying was the childâs way of releasing pent-up fears, we refrained from interrupting, patiently waiting for her to calm down.
Eventually, the childâs sobs subsided, and a sense of calm settled over her.
Aware that the girl might be bewildered by the sudden disappearance of her motherâs wound, I issued a stern warning to prevent any unnecessary complications.
âItâs crucial that you keep our intervention to save your mother a secret.
Promise me you wonât disclose it to anyone, okay?â
Despite her lack of comprehension, the girl agreed, pledging, âAlright, I wonât breathe a word to anyone.
You can count on me.
â
Then she asked sincerely, âYou saved my mother.
How can I ever thank you?â