As Nisa and Kyra stood there with their belly full of anger at the clearing of the forest, a dewy mist formed all around them as dawn was just beginning to creep in.
Kyra hesitantly tried to feel the wound on her neck with nervous fingers. Who knew if the man had opened the cut once more that would heal naturally and slowly on its own. But as she was prepared to flich in pain surprisingly she felt nothing and was perplexed since she could'nt feel anything. Her eyes surprised, she felt for the scar with her nimble fingers.
Upon noticing Kyra's actions, Nisa felt amused and then comforted Kyra in a gentle tone ,"Stop it. There's no scar or any wound there. Don't worry, that damn Blackie must've healed you just now. Though he could've done it by just holding your hands. Hmmph!"
Such a thing was truly possible? Kyra was amazed at first, though then was annoyed upon hearing the latter half of Nisa's statement.
