4 — DiscontinuityThe hours after Brigid’s recovery went by in a blur.
Gabe wrapped a conjured blanket around her.
Rhea performed a battery of tests — some that Jen recognized, many that she didn’t — muttering incantations, the wand that she ran up Brigid’s front and back glowing green, then blue, then purple.
Jen sat, holding Brigid’s smooth, thin, warm hand, feeling both young and old, joyous and sad.
When they told Brigid what had happened to her — that she had been petrified for twenty years to the day, that Jen had had three children, which was why her breasts had grown, and that what Brigid was smelling wasn’t semen (at least, Jen thought, not mostly) but the mandrake salve that had released her — she blinked and said, “Oh.” Aside from that, she seemed perfectly… herself.
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