“You’re radiant as ever, my dear,” Meymey greeted me.
I did not feel it.
After everything that had happened in what felt like a barrage of crisis after crisis, my mind felt foggy. It was as if it knew there should have been some emotion there, but they were all wrung dry.
But I knew Meymey’s words to be true. I had seen myself in the mirror, and one might never tell that I was ravaged by nightmares or succumbed to odd fits of crying when alone.
More than likely, my healing abilities were repairing even cosmetic damage from lack of sleep and consistent weeping. This suited me, as I had no desire to talk about anything that had happened recently.
Fortunately, serving the King in his study required little effort, and no pretense of joy. I had admittedly fallen asleep a few times in that
