Present Day
As they returned through the hallways towards the apartment, the sounds of the banquet fading into the distance, Yelena threaded her fingers into Sylvin’s and looked up at him. “Tomorrow will I tend to the sick?” She asked him. “I will need to source some animals…” The thought of it still turned her stomach.
Cerilius snorted and she glanced over her shoulder at him. “Oh, excuse me, My Lady, a sneeze.”
“Perhaps,” Sylvin replied evasively.
“Not perhaps,” she tugged at his arm until he looked down at her. “Isn’t that why we are here, Sylvin? So that I can tend to the sick, show the mages and healers what I do in the hopes that they might discover a way to replicate it…”
Cerilius’ snuffle was definitely laughter, and she turned on her heel. “What is so funny?” She
