87 PORTRAIT

Lexine skipped down the stairs. Her phone was powered on and she entered her pin as she walked down the steps.

When she arrived downstairs, she found that Artin had arrived with Meddy. His usually neat red hair was windswept and messy. Christana was awake and seated up on the couch with Cardial supporting her back. She held a wooden bowl in her hand. There was a frown on her face as she looked down at the contents of the bowl.

Artin coaxed her gently on the side, an anxious look on his usually passive face, "Come on. Drink a little. It smells bad because it is medicine."

Christana's nose crinkled.

Cardial's hands clenched into fists, "If she doesn't want to willingly drink it, I can help her."

Christana shot him a glare.

Lexine walked up to them. "How are you feeling?" She asked the drakkon.

Christana gave Lexine a small smile. "They're forcing me to drink this."