Cecilia's palms glowed faintly gold as she pressed them over Noah's chest, pouring streams of restorative energy into his battered form.
He lay unconscious on the cold stone floor, his breath shallow, his body trembling with each rise and fall of his chest.
Sweat beaded her brow, not from exertion but from fear. Every second spent here was a second closer to being discovered.
"Come on, come on." She whispered under her breath. "Just a little more. Stay with me, Noah."
The faintest flicker of color had returned to his skin, but she could still see the shadows beneath his eyes, the deep grooves carved by pain.
She could see it within him and it broke her heart. It wasn't just his body that had been mangled. His soul bore scars she could not mend. Scars that had nothing to do with Soul Burn.
The door creaked open, and she snatched her hands back, heart leaping. Fortunately, it wasn't anyone that shouldn't be there.
