“There is a simple test for that." Urien gestured to Gladys who handed him a tiny knife. It looked like it was made of silver. “Do you think you could heal a small wound?"
Naerin pulled his sleeve back and showed Urien his unmarked wrist. “She healed my scar, Urien. There is no test needed."
“Be that as it may I would still like to ascertain her skills." Urien took the small sliver knife and sliced his palm almost nonchalantly. He didn't even hiss as the blood welled, just looked at her expectantly. “Whenever you are ready."
Siana reached out a hand and tried to recall the gesture Naerin had used to summon the smoke. It came to her after a moment, curling around her hand. She felt the pull in her chest as the glow started and connected and burst out of her in that wave that went out and
