Jocelynn had to blink several times, using the rough woolen sleeve of her dress to scrub the tears from her eyes before she could make sense of the miraculous sight before her eyes.
Flickering golden light filled her cell, emanating from Eleanor's radiant figure where her cousin stood just inside the door of her cell. But the Eleanor she saw before her wasn't the Eleanor who had been thrown into the dungeon several days ago. Her face was fresh and youthful, lacking any of the wrinkles, dark circles under her eyes, or the sunken cheeks that had distorted her features ever since she used a miracle to save Jocelynn's life.
