Lucen kept on his mask of exasperation. Kibara sat on his side, a stream of water flowing from her right hand onto his knee.
The cold water dripped from his ankle, carrying pain in his leg with it. Her healing magic worked rather quickly.
Lucen side-eyed her and turned to the other side of the carriage; he didn't want anyone to come in while they were alone.
"Was that a weird question?" Kibara asked.
"If I use dark magic? Yes. I mean, considering the fact that I could be hung for that."
"They're only prudes in the big cities. Everyone knows you have to pay homage when you live too close to dangerous power."
Lucen's mouth hung open. "People use dark magic out here?"
"No. Like I said, they pay homage. For example, the Memory of Lost Paths. People pray to that Omen for safety and mercy on long journeys. I hear she can help you remember things too."
