Hm...
I slowly retracted my hand from Baron's hand, my fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary
He was still unconscious as Veylan said, and his condition... it hasn't changed at all. No signs of improvement or waking up.
However, the dew seemed to have worked, as his psyche was much better than three days ago. Although they were the last drops I had, I am relieved they worked for the better.
"..."
I stared at Baron's face, noting how peaceful he looked now.
So different from the tormented expression he'd worn under the shroud's influence.
Memories crashed through my mind like waves against stone. I recalled how we fought together against the giant Mistborn; how he told us about my child self, his voice filled with paternal pride and love; those fleeting, precious moments my child self experienced in the weaver's memories...
And...
Just for a moment...
That other scene overlapped my vision like a nightmare bleeding into reality.
