I couldn't sleep that night. Despite bone-deep fatigue, my mind raced with possibilities. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw golden light flowing from my hands, wounds knitting closed, pain vanishing under my touch. It felt like I'd finally found a purpose for these strange powers I'd inherited.
"You should be sleeping," Kaelen murmured beside me, his voice husky with concern. He propped himself up on one elbow, studying my face in the dim light.
"I can't stop thinking about it," I admitted. "All those soldiers I could heal tomorrow. The ones still suffering..."
Kaelen's expression grew serious. "Sera, we need to talk about that."
"About what?" I turned to face him fully.
"About you healing everyone." His hand found mine, squeezing gently. "I'm beyond amazed at what you did today. It was nothing short of miraculous. But we have no idea what the limits of this power are, or what using it too much might do to you."
I frowned. "I feel fine now. Just a little tired."
