KAIA’S POV
Athena moved toward Gia, her shoulders tensed and her eyes full of worry. She placed a hand gently on Gia’s forehead, closed her eyes, and began to murmur under her breath. The words were too soft and too low for me to catch. It sounded like a chant that I decided I would rather not find out what it meant. I watched in silence as she worked.
After a moment, Gia’s tense body seemed to ease, her fingers uncurled, and she slipped back into a deeper sleep. Athena opened her eyes and exhaled, her shoulders sinking just slightly before she turned back to me.
For a few seconds, she said nothing, just studied me. Then, almost like she remembered suddenly, she asked, “How’s your arm doing?”
I blinked, caught off guard by the question. I couldn’t tell if she really meant it, or if she
