"I said I'm fine," I grumbled, halfway upright, as two highly determined princesses tried to flatten me back onto the mattress like I was a particularly opinionated pancake that had gotten ideas above its station.
"You feel fine," Rachel snapped, planting a knee beside my ribs for leverage, "but that doesn't mean you are fine. You literally broke through to peak Integration while fighting a Vampire Ancestor. Do you even remember what that looked like?"
Seraphina nodded along silently, her silver brows furrowed in agreement. Her expression suggested she was calculating the fastest way to medically sedate me with a spoon if necessary, and furthermore, that she had already identified three different spoons suitable for the task.
