Hajin withdrew his right palm from Sable's lower lumbar region once the steady resonance embedded itself securely within her meridians.
The erratic internal pressure ceased catching upon her meridian fractures, allowing the temporary stabilization to harmonize her flow.
Sable remained seated upon the tiles through one prolonged, silent breath, her spine rigid despite the stubborn blush creeping up her neck.
'His refined mana circulates naturally without provoking internal friction, almost as though my pathways were whole again,' Sable observed in wonder.
Unlike Elise, she shed no grateful tears, refusing to utter an emotional tribute that would invite further scrutiny from the watching candidates.
She rose smoothly to her feet, brushing nonexistent dust from her leather combat skirt before tightening the buckles of her vambraces.
"I have recovered my equilibrium," Sable stated, gazing toward the perimeter wall while checking her wrist straps.
