Taking care of Evena

Dreya undressed Evena and placed him in a tub filled with hot water. He then took out an ointment and proceeded to rub it all over his body, slowly massaging him in the tub.

Witches were creatures of magic, and magic was their life force. All witches had to make sure their magic never depleted. They had to constantly eat and rest and take energy boosters constantly. From the look of things Evena had been neglecting his health and his magic had depleted. Unless Dreya helped him, he could die.

Dreya clenched his teeth in anger as he slowly transfused magic into him.

The only reason Evena would let himself get into such a state was because of that Ryder. Dreya never understood why Evena always risked everything for him. Even to the point of almost letting himself die.

Later at night, Evena woke up to see himself in a bed. He tried to sit up.

"Lay back down." someone ordered, he looked up to see Dreya.

"What's going on?" he asked confused, the last thing he remembered was kneeling outsid