Aldriana studies the open gash on Maeve's arm and knows this one will sting like hell.
I need to distract her, so she doesn't feel the pain too much.
"Hey, what's your name? I never caught your name." Aldriana looks at Maeve.
"Huh? Really? Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Maeve Collins. I— argh!"
Maeve gasps as pain shoots up her arm. Her face scrunches and contorts.
Julian instinctively grabs her other hand. She squeezes it tight.
Arthur notices and looks both amused and helpless.
Liam, who has been watching the cave entrance to avoid surprise attacks, snaps his head back at Maeve's cry.
And he sees something incredible.
The open wound slowly closes itself. He can see the healing process in real time, as if someone pressed a fast-forward button on her arm.
The wound was deep. It had bled a lot, though most of the blood soaked into her blazer. But now, the bleeding stops. The skin pulls together, tightening, smoothing, and finally sealing until not a single trace of the injury remains.
