Kyon POV
Kyon Cresta woke up with the sense that something had changed in his world. Something was missing. He stretched out on the healing table.
“Did I fall asleep again during healing?" he yawned.
Azandra loomed over him, with her hair spilling everywhere like living tendrils of flame. “Yes, which is how you know it's working. I may need you to practice on me."
He grinned, excited at the thought. She'd suggested teaching him a few healing techniques so he could assist her when he needed to, and he'd embraced their new activity together. “I hope I prove as good a student as you are to Tulaska. I think you should get Jiro in here next and–"
Fenrir's guts. He'd forgotten. He now understood why his world seemed off-kilter.
For the past four days, he'd awakened to the reality that Jiro
