Seaella’s steps faltered for half a heartbeat.
	“An [i]orphanage?[/i]” she interrupted. Of all places, they had managed to stumble upon an orphanage? She did not offer Serapis her name, instead glancing back to the two boys behind them. The female dracon hurried back down the hall toward them at a near run with two other women, one rather stout with her hair pulled back, and the other tall with dark curly hair.
	It had taken Thayva only a moment to collect two of the few staff knowledgeable in healing magic, the three catching up with the others before they reached the infirmary, joining the back of the group.
	Seaella leaned the bow and staff against the wall beside the bed Serapis laid Valera on. She gathered her sister’s cloak from him, dropping it in a wet heap at the floor by the weapons. Forgetting about the one weighing down her own shoulders, the garment left a trail of drips in her wake.
	“What’s going on, Serapis?” the taller of the women asked as the shorter went to the opposite side of the bed.
	Thayva looked to Aurelian when he addressed her. When he finished, she glanced between the two boys, her lips pursed together.
	“Return to your beds, boys,” she answered, her voice stern, but not unkind. “We have something more pressing right now to handle than a broken curfew.”
	Nick nodded and slowly headed toward the door, glancing back at the stout woman as she placed two fingers aglow with a white light to Valera’s temple.
	Seaella tried to keep an eye on everything at once, but her head began to pound with the effort, and she felt suddenly exhausted. But she had to make sure Valera was okay.