Ranuk and Goshnar had stayed by the doors, acting as watching sentries as Minas did her work. It was not a small room, but they still took up a considerable portion of it and it was best to keep themselves out of the way. In such a position, Ranuk could see all the occupants of the room and how they reacted to the miracle of his mother's magic.<br/><br/>The relief was palpable in the royal family, their joy a tremendous scent in the air like spring flowers after a long, black frost. But their stances did not loosen or shudder, they did not cry or laugh or reach for the girl in her bed to comfort her or reassure themselves that her health was renewed. The only one that showed outward emotion (other than the elf queen's smile) was the younger prince, slumped against the wall for support. It all seemed so oddly cold to Ranuk.<br/><br/>He knew the pain of watching a child suffer disease, knew intimately the helpless despair as their fragile bodies withered. He had lost younglings to sickness, but he had also seen them through it, had nursed them back to health and wellness. In both instances, he had held them close and wept. It seemed an odd thing that the only one reaching for the girl was Illisun as he began to check her vitals.<br/><br/>Minas, glad to be done with the crucial task, ignored the blithering of the princess and turned to the queen.<br/><br/>"Illisun will be in charge of her care from now on, I assure you she will be in very good hands," the fox said with a grin, though the shape of her face always left her expression slightly insidious, "shall we go discuss the particulars now?"<br/><br/>Minas was very eager to leave the room and the scent of cloying sickness. She planned to take a long and thorough bath later in the evening, even though there was no conceivable way for her to contract the disease.