Raegar watched as Drusilla giggled at his father. He shook his head before the older man hugged him once again. ''Thanks for coming to help, but you need to head back to Drakenwood,'' the older man said.
''I know,'' he replied. ''I'll head back now, will you be safe out here?''
His father gave a firm nod, his expression resolute. ''Indeed,'' he said, his voice steady with conviction. ''We'll establish a camp here, tend to the wounded, and hold our ground until reinforcements arrive. Our priority is to ensure everyone is cared for and secure.''
With the matter settled, Raegar and Drusilla lingered for a moment, their conversation lightening as they exchanged quiet words, a brief respite from the day's intensity. Soon, they were gently urged to move along by one of the senior guards, who gestured toward the path leading back to the school.
