Seraphina
Seraphina put the clean bandage where Cedric could reach it.
He watched her hand, then the bandage. His own right arm remained on the pad Maelis had arranged. Blood had marked the cloth near the wrist, and the fingers looked too still.
"You can look," he said.
She pulled the chair closer without touching him yet.
"Maelis has already examined the wound. I want to check the tissue beside the old damage with a little light. Tell me if the sensation changes."
He nodded.
She took the resting reading from Maelis before beginning. The interruption was small but repeated. It followed the swollen tissue beside the established scar, not the old pattern deeper in the channel.
That distinction mattered.
She let a narrow line of Celestial light gather along two fingers and held them above the exposed edge. The wound answered with an uneven warmth. Beneath it, the scar resisted the same way it had before.
