"The ones who did this to you, they are the ones you should be wary of. When I found you on the shore, you were barely alive, and I was the one who healed you."
The days that followed eroded the stone walls around him.
In her care, Jaenor learned she had once belonged to a coven—until betrayal drove her from it. She had abandoned witchcraft and now lived quietly, tending her home by the sea.
She told him she had found him washed ashore, half-dead, his body tangled in seaweed and sand.
He waited until his strength returned, intending to leave.
But by then, her kindness had seeped into him like warmth into frostbitten fingers.
There was something in her that made him pull towards her. And mainly Jaenor was more interested in her alluring and thicc sensual body, as he was thinking with his other head at that time.
So, he stayed.
When he finally chose to trust her, she promised to guide him in cultivating his Origin power.
