That night, Aesther could not sleep.
She was inside the warm blankets, now feeling so exhausted that her mind and body started to feel like nothing. And when Aesther closed her eyes, her thoughts would return to him.
To all those memories that still hurt the same.
But felt far from whole.
Heaving a frustrated sigh, Aesther clenched the blanket tight and blankly stared at her fingers. There was a dim light from the moon and stars, washing over her fresh scars.
The training was the only part of her life that she liked now. At least Aesther knew there was hope.
She brushed her thumb over a deeper wound near her wrist, and slowly, Aesther tried to feel her mana.
A few moments later, a rush of cold seeped into her heart.
Her magic hummed beneath her skin, and the scratches faded little by little as dirt stains were washed by water. It was surprisingly slow for Aesther.
She smiled a little.
