LYSSARA
That afternoon, I went to the healer's quarters for a routine visit.The specific ordinary check that had been part of every day since the crisis and that I had no intention of stopping simply because the crisis had resolved, the ordinary checking was its own form of love, and I had been learning for eleven months that the ordinary forms of love were the most reliable ones.
Zirelle was awake.
Her mark pulsing at its new lower frequency, steady, constant, the founding era designation simply running inside a body that had completed its installation and was simply present. Her dark eyes open. Tracking with the complete focused attention she brought to everything she had not yet categorized.
I took her from the healer and held her the way I always did. Both hands. The specific fulln
