My father pulled me into his arms, and while I appreciated his comfort, a part of me desperately wished it was Knight. He stood cold and distant, too absorbed in his burdens to help me shoulder mine. Once I had regained control of myself, my father provided me with a vial of elixir from the cauldron. I cursed my shaking hands as I took hold of the small glass bottle, terrified I would accidentally drop it. Unwilling to part with the lifesaving elixir, I placed the vial inside my bra, close to my heart. “Wave Sweeper should be waiting to take you wherever you need to go,” explained my father. “I truly hope this works for you. I want nothing but happiness for you, daughter. Your visit has been an unexpected delight.” He dropped his chin, becoming somber. “I am sorry I wasn’t able to be there
