"Gale," Imani called, "show him the mark."
"Yes." I got out of my trance and uncovered my left wrist, getting closer to the resting figure. I held it closer to his eyesight.
A'caen squinted to see as Imani brought a magical lamp to help. I held my hand like that until he was satisfied with his scrutiny.
Then they started discussing between themselves again.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and butt into their conversation.
"What's he saying?" I asked Imani, who seemed to understand the native tongue of this realm pretty well. Well, better than me for sure.
Instead of answering my question, she asked a question of her own. "Has there been any change in your wrist?"
I shook my head. "Nothing other than it healing up."
Imani squinted her eyes and delivered the answer to A'caen.
"What is he saying?" I repeated my question. I really didn't want them to get back to their discussion without me again.
