Simon had no intention of letting Veyra heal in a villa filled with traps.
He carried her two streets higher up the terraces into an empty house whose owners had already fled to the shelters. Before he set her down, he searched every corner of the room with his third eye.
There were no pebbles and no seeds.
Only then did he lower her onto a cushioned bench beside the window.
"The chains sealed my aura," Veyra said weakly, lifting her right hand. A thin silver ring sat on her finger. "I couldn't even open my own spatial ring."
She brought out a crystal vial filled with an emerald liquid, pulled the stopper with her teeth, and poured it over the cuts on her arms.
The liquid hissed as it touched her skin.
Veyra hissed too, but she didn't stop. Pale green light seeped into the wounds, and the torn flesh slowly knitted itself together. Then she drank the rest of the vial in one swallow.
