“We need to talk, Lady Kalla,” his lilting voice was weak, though he tried to hide it. Kalla nodded agreement as she sat up, pulling a blanket around her shoulders. The Healer turned her attention to the two beside her, instinctively checking them.
Aleister was stable, and sleeping soundly. Vander, on the other hand, was still lingering on the edge, despite the energy drawn from his newly acquired magister. Kalla conjured a globe of magelight, leaving it to spin lazily in the air. By its light she could better see how badly the hawk had been affected. The ailing War Mage must still be draining a great deal of energy from him.
“How did this happen? Why did the War Mage come here without a magister of his own already?” Kasai growled.
“He didn't have a magister because he was my magister.
