Mallory took out her dagger, making the same damage as the one she’d mended. The poppet stopped disintegrating. She let out a long, slow breath. “I was killing them?”
Danae rested a hand on Mallory’s shoulder for a moment. “It wasn’t deliberate. Most times it isn’t a problem repairing what has been done to a poppet. Sometimes though, people have paid mages or apothecaries to help them.”
Mallory looked at the rest of the damage that she hadn’t repaired yet. “Should I keep going?”
Danae nodded. “A little bit at a time, but be ready to replicate the damage if the poppet starts to disintegrate.”
It took Mallory a few minutes before she could bring herself to repair more of the poppet. By the time she’d finished, none of the other repairs having caused it to disintegrate, her hands were sh
