Third Person POV
Daisy looked at the man, his peaceful face, and felt immense relief. She had done it. She had used her powers knowingly. She had healed someone.
“I… I don’t know how I did it,” she said, her voice trembling with excitement. “But… it worked.”
“You did it. You're truly your father's daughter.” Noella whispered in awe.
Daisy’s hands moved with newfound confidence; her fingertips tingling as she moved from one injured person to another. Feeling her gift fully come alive was a wonderful experience, both satisfying and overwhelming.
Noella smiled softly again and led her to the bed of a young boy who looked at least five. He seemed to have trouble breathing because his breath came in short, raspy sounds, and his ribs were on display whenever he tried to breathe.
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