Lorelei
After witnessing my abilities firsthand this morning, Gamma Stephen has developed a newfound respect for my healing powers.
His eyes follow me with a mixture of awe and caution as I answer his question about Keith's treatment.
"As long as he takes his medicinal bath every night, he should be fine," I say, my voice steady with confidence I didn't know I possessed a lifetime ago.
Walking to the dining table, I freeze at the sight before me. The spread is breathtaking—succulent steaks cooked to perfection, butter-poached lobster tails glistening under soft lighting, fresh seasonal vegetables arranged artistically, and a steaming pot of seafood chowder releasing the most heavenly aroma.
I swallow hard as memories flood back.
Seven months in Frostfang where I'd lick
