“Yes.” Kyran got out of his bed. Even though he was still experiencing dizziness from time to time, he steadied himself and walked toward the living room.

While Mrs. Cox was heading to the kitchen, she said, “I just made chicken soup, but you need to bear with it as my cooking skills aren’t as good as Deirdre’s. I don’t have her magical hands that can turn even something like Brussels sprouts into the tastiest dish in the world.”

The light in Kyran’s eyes dimmed for a moment as he said, “Okay.