Chapter Three
‘I wish I could persuade you that you’re wasting your time.’
Eva looked up, chagrined, at the sound of Limbane’s voice. He’d found her in one of the smallest laboratories, where she was at work on a small cut in her own finger. Indeed, he was so adept at tracking her down she sometimes feared he’d tracered her somehow without her knowledge.
She looked down at the sluggishly bleeding little wound in her left index finger and sighed. He was right, though she refused to admit it. No amount of work or study could improve her skill at healing; even the smallest abrasions refused to respond easily to her will. She could mend a small injury in her own flesh, but it cost her enormous effort and left her with a headache. It wasn’t worth it.
Her theory that she would improve with p
