Irene had no choice but to get her father back to bed considering such strenuous activity and an outburst had badly affected him. There was still a lot of healing left for him to do.
His arm was healed, but it wasn't the only place he was hurt. Another mage had healed shut a few other cuts on the man as Stanley worked on him. The amount of blood he lost the day before was astronomical.
As the girl quietly sat down in the chair she had used before while her father was unconscious, she didn't lift her eyes. Even though she felt uncertain, she didn't want to leave her father alone.
Perhaps it was the aged version of her brain that could recognize his emotions were practically not his own as he adjusted to a new phase of life that had been cruelly handed to him. Of course he was going to be resistant.
Finally having calmed down, Arthur lay where a maid had propped him up with a couple of pillows and he anxiously looked towards his daughter who wasn't looking at him.
