After the meeting, Reidar found Lena and Jake in one of the smaller conference rooms next to the war room. Jake sat on the floor, working on the Storm-Edge Kris Reidar had given him earlier, sharpening the blade with focused, repetitive strokes. Lena stood by the window, staring out at Creamont's darkening skyline.
"How are you feeling?" Reidar asked as he entered.
Lena turned. A wry smile crossed her face. "Like a million needles pierced me from the inside. Other than that, perfectly fine."
"That good?" Reidar matched her tone. "I was expecting at least two million."
"An hour? I'll hold you to that." She pushed off from the window frame. "Your father's handiwork, I take it?"
"Matthias delivered."
"He did more than deliver." Lena's expression softened. "He saved my life. The toxin damage should've been permanent based on what he told me after I woke up. Instead, I'm standing here having a conversation. His skill as a healer is remarkable."
