After Elin finished administering the first treatment to Ameriah's curse, Nathan noticed a faint but undeniable change. The tension that had been etched deep into Ameriah's features seemed to loosen, as though the invisible claws of the curse had retracted just enough to grant her a breath of relief. The pain was still there—Nathan could see it in the slight tremor of her hands, in the shadow of strain lingering in her eyes—but with Odin's Eye, he saw more.
The dark threads of the curse that had been woven through her essence had thinned, retreated ever so slightly. It wasn't victory, but it was progress. And progress, in cases like these, was as precious as gold.
"Take care of her," Nathan said to Auria, his voice carrying a quiet but firm authority.
Auria nodded, a flash of determination in her gaze.
Nathan then left with Servilia.
Elin followed behind them, but Nathan quickly realized how much of herself she had poured into the healing.
