LOREN
It was probably for the best that Maea was unconscious, and that she'd been encased in ice: she didn't react to the pain, and the cold slowed the deterioration of her body. Actually falling to his knees besides her, suddenly unable to support his own weight, Loren rested a weary palm on what he hoped was an uninjured part of her skin.
And then he scraped his magic together, which was running lower than he would've liked after the exertion. Pouring it through his hands, a sky blue glow suffused her entire body, knitting her cuts closed, repairing her bruised and damaged muscles and organs, even banishing the hints of hypothermia.
And then he scraped his magic together, which was running lower than he would've liked after the exertion. Pouring it through his hands, a sky blue glow suffused her entire body, knitting her cuts closed, repairing her bruised and damaged muscles and organs, even banishing the hints of hypothermia.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
