The morning light warms my skin as I stretch to shake off the stiffness of sleep. I stretch my good arm across my bed finding it to be empty. I suppose the Comte got up before me. Its so strange. I didn't have another nightmare. My body... Feels better. It doesn't hurt to breathe, I can move my arm a little more, my bruises... They're almost gone! I can hardly believe it.
I know that some witches possess powerful healing magic. But it normally came with some pain as the body sometimes has to break again to be put back together. The fact I slept soundly means that the magic that healed me not only put me part way back together, but kept me from feeling pain. To concentrate on two goals at one I have heard takes alot of energy and talent.
I'm suspicious of the Comte. I truly fail at seeing
