Shadows flickered, dancing back and forth around the fire. Tasha was roasting a pheasant while the Medarc took Altair's pulse, nodding in satisfaction.
"All looks well, Your Grace," he said. There is minor movement from your Palatine Liniage. It shouldn't be long before you are fully healthy. I must say this is the fastest I've seen or heard of anyone recovering from Soul Exhaustion."
"It probably wasn't that bad," Altair figured, but the Medarc shook his head.
"You should have been in a coma, your grace. A permanent one, by my estimation. I have no idea how you managed to regain consciousness so quickly."
The Young King threw his head back, considering the matter. He had an idea but no conclusive proof due to how abstract the ability was. "Do you know what a Psionic Mind is?"
Kegan's jaw dropped in stark surprise. "You are in possession of a Psionic Mind?"
