A pool of water infused with magical light drifted above my chest in a smooth circular motion. It followed every flick of Father's wrists, casting shards of prisms upon my skin. Father's brows were drawn in concentration while occasionally murmuring observations to the assisting healers who scribbled on their pieces of parchment.
Then, after what seemed like an hour, Father's shoulders released tension and his arms dropped to his side. The five healers surrounding the bed pushed their notes into the pockets of their robes, satisfied of today's findings.
"You're on seventy percent back to normal, Lily." He reached down, gave the crown of my head a gentle pat. Pride glistened in his eyes. "Thank you for letting us do this."
I smiled, feeling sweat surfacing on my neck. "No worries, anything I can do to help."
