When Amy collapsed into her uncle's arms, the two men exchanged glances. None of them were sure of what was happening. How could she get harmed in their own house?
"Amy," Azrikam said, examining his niece. "Are you alright? Why are you so exhausted?"
Ektolaf put his head on her forehead, the gesture weak Healers usually used for a body scan. Ektolaf wasn't very good at healing, as his specialization was mental and battle magic, but he knew enough basics to perform basic diagnostics.
"She's severely exhausted," he said, after detecting the results of the scan. "Not just magically. Even her life energy has been touched."
"But what could it be?" Azrikam wondered. "I just saw her at lunch. She seemed to be a bit tired, but not catastrophically so. And she didn't use magic after that. She w
