“You have improved greatly, Taeleia,” said the mage, laying long-clawed hands over the younger elf’s paralyzed arm, “but this limb is forever lost to you.”
“I suspected as much,” said Taeleia. Under Keandre’s care she had begun to walk again. She was rebuilding her strength with physical therapy and her mental health had taken a turn for the better. She took the loss of her limb in stride.
Keandre turned last to Danisan. Though he towered above the old mage, though his muscles rippled beneath his black garments while she looked like a breath of wind might knock her over, he shrank beneath her scrutiny.
“No need to be so standoffish, young Master Carvaziae,” she told him.
Danisan muttered something under his breath and Keandre tutted.
“I did not betray you or Taeleia. I have nothing ag
