After Mabel's message, Lucy, Mystica, and Dove made their way swiftly to Liam's room. This time, there was no walking—Mystica conjured a portal with a flick of her fingers, stepping through it with the others in tow.
The portal opened directly into Liam's room.
They stepped out to find him already awake, seated on the edge of the bed, staring silently at his hand.
All three of them stopped in their tracks.
Mabel, who had been standing quietly near the wall, approached without a sound. "He's been like that for the past few minutes," she said softly.
"Do you think he's okay?" Dove whispered, eyes fixed on Liam.
"I think so," Mystica replied.
"Of course you do, you maternal softie," Dove teased with a smirk.
Mystica rolled her eyes. "How many times must I say this—he's not my son."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. But maybe you should talk to him?" Dove suggested.
