“How is the spell going to protect her?” Myles inquired.
After Dr. Stake finished his spellcast, he’d given Cressa another shot of the bluish potion. She’d promptly turned onto her side, curled into a fetal position, and drifted into another healing sleep. Miles then led them all to his office to discuss their next step.
“If you’re asking for specifics, I can’t answer that,” the mage informed them.
“Why not?” Capt. Charming asked, narrowing his eyes.
“Because it depends on the circumstances. Any number of things could occur, depending on her heartrate, if she’s been injured, and the like. The spirits that are now protecting her will determine how to keep her safe.” Stake held out his arms. “I simply invoked their help.”
“Is that sigil permanent?” Myles demanded.
“It’s permanent until
