Chapter 17 : What Was Taken
Liora pov
I woke to Elara's soft knock.
"My lady, I've brought fresh bandages."
For a second, I forgot why I would need them. Then I remembered the cut. The blood. The pendant rising from my palm.
I looked down at my hand. Smooth skin. No scab. No tenderness. No mark.
Of course.
I had healed myself before. Small burns. Minor scrapes. But this had been deeper. I expected at least a trace.
There was nothing.
"Come in," I said.
Elara entered quietly, closing the door behind her. She carried a small tray with salve and clean linen. She didn't look at me at first, just set everything down with practiced care.
"Let me see your hand."
I gave it to her. She unwrapped the cloth I had tied around it last night and froze.
"My lady…" Her fingers hovered over my palm. "Where is it?"
"It healed."
She looked up sharply. "Overnight?"
"Yes."
She pressed her thumb gently against the skin where the cut had been. "There isn't even a scar."
