FIA
Morrigan stared at me. Her mouth opened and closed like she was trying to form words that wouldn't come.
"I don't understand," she finally said. Her voice pitched higher. "What does that mean? Someone needs your help? Fia, your hand is... I don't know if you can see it. But it's glowing."
The blue light pulsed under my skin again. It moved like water caught beneath glass.
"This has happened before," I said.
"What does that mean?" Her hands were still on my shoulders. Her grip tightened. "Before when?"
I looked down at my palms. The light flickered and dimmed but didn't disappear completely.
"I'm a healer," I said. The words felt strange in my mouth. I was after all speaking a truth I'd only just learned myself. "It's how I survived that night. I fixed myself. And I think..." I paused. The hum thrummed through my bones. "The Goddess wants me to fix someone else now."
The light blinked in and out. Once. Twice. Then it died completely.
