Ezio woke around an hour after I had completely healed both of his serious wounds, along with some smaller ones that would not have mended on their own; his joints stiff as they clicked and popped as he moved. Ezio scanned the room to see who was around him, his eyes landed on me last after he nodded at Mari and Silas, not sure exactly what had happened. I searched his mind, seeing the confusion as he saw Blanche stood far away, unsure who had healed him.
“how do you feel Ezio?” Mari asked
“I feel...” Ezio stammered, “I feel, better. One question I must ask, if I may sire?” his gaze changing to look at Silas.
The prince nodded, “Of course friend.”
“Is it Blanche that healed me?” He asked, turning to stare at the witch as he moved into a seated position.
Marianne laughed slightly, know
