"I can't kill an innocent man...'' Freya kept muttering, her mind going on a faster than light journey through the mini storages in her brain, looking for a cure, anyway to draw Fayot out of his almost dead state.
Dead? She couldn't tag hm that yet. He will not die. Just as her mind was running inventory and checking magical spells, she felt a cold, but at the same time, a warm small hand touch her arm.
Startled, she looked up, not because of the hand-for she already knew who it belonged to-no, because of the strangeness of the phenomenon, and why Eva was able to do something like this.
She was already feeling the magic aura surrounding her that didn't come from her mother, Lucille or the ancients. This was different.
"Eva.." She croaked out, gaping at little Eva who smiled at her, before giving a nod.
