After the event, it seemed like I got even closer to my family. Not to my cousins, whose adoration didn't change at all, but to uncle Azzie and Pops.
They fussed over me more, dragged me to the energy room more, and spent more time practicing magic with me. That was their way of showing their affection, I think.
"You won't be able to control your gift until you control your magic," Pops said, as I sat with the stupid lamps, keeping them on after lunch.
I guess he was right, but it didn't make the exercises any less boring.
I made peace with Marty soon after, since it wasn't his fault. I'm not sure there was anything he could say that day without irritating me.
Despite dropping the visits to Erynn, it seemed like I wasn't doing any less work than before. I was still exhausted from all
