A temporary solution.

Author's Pov;

Wilder was at Hershel's workshop with Blue by his side. She couldn't stay still, as she wondered what might have happened to Wilder, who was still wincing in pain.

She inhaled and then exhaled, trying to stay calm, but instead, her stomach churned in fear.

"This is taking too long. Do you have an answer now? What the hell is going on with him?" Blue yanked angrily at Hershel, who was all jittery. He had been going from one book to another to check what exactly was going on with his nephew, but he wasn't getting any bright ideas or solutions.

"I don't know, your highness. I really don't know." He responded, his lips pressed against each other in a slight grimace. He constantly increased his swallowing, biting his bottom lip slightly while avoiding direct eye contact with Blue, as he took out more books from his drawer and started to rummage through them.

Blue flared up instantly, "What do you mean you don't know, Hershel? I thought that my flames were meant to keep the w