LYSSARA
There was a moment between something impossible arriving and the mind catching up with it where the body simply stopped.Not from fear but from overload. From being handed more than the available processing time could manage. I was sitting in that moment.
Say it again. The healer looked at me. That look, the one that measures you quietly and concludes you're stronger than you seem.
Then she said it again. She started with her hands. With what they had found. Not with mythology or founding era language or any of the things Nythera had used in the dark forest, she started with biology, with clinical evidence, with the specific thing her hands had encountered that had made them stop, and she built from there with the careful deliberateness of a woman who knew that large information
