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The days had crawled by. Six days if I wasn't wrong.
Hildegard had visited a few times in those days to take one thing or the other. The most extreme he had gone was to actually scrape a layer of my skin with a sharp blade. I had nearly slapped the instrument out of his hand.
Even though my wound had closed over within seconds, the pain was annoying.
And I had been quite horrified he had done that.
Regardless, with nothing else to do over time, I learned a bit more about the energy in me. It had grown even stronger and more responsive. To the extent that it no longer felt like I was grasping at smoke.
It answered me, not with precision yet, but with a willingness that both thrilled and terrified me.
