He racked his brain, angry that he had to ask her to converse with him, and grasped at the first thing that entered his mind. “You said you awoke with no memories, but there were stories in your head.”
“You want me to tell you a story?” she asked hopefully, and he felt like a child. But if he was a child, he was a desperate one.
“Yes. Tell me one of your stories.”
“I can tell you the origin story. It was Mina’s favorite.”
“Changers and Tellers and Spinners,” he muttered. He didn’t want to talk about the Gifted.
“And Healers,” she added.
“And Healers,” he acknowledged. He definitely didn’t want to talk about Healers. But Meera did.
“Have you always known you could heal?” she asked cautiously. It served him right. He’d asked her to speak, now he had to answer.
“An old woman—a diviner
