Arthur's grogginess was gone and his body was responding normally once more. Silently, he made a fist and opened it, glad to feel the rough sensation of his calloused hands once more.
He pinched himself again and winced… then allowed a small smile to grace his face. He was fine. How long this would last, he did not know… but one thing was for sure, Lyra had helped him through it.
By some miracle, she had saved him. Her words had meaning in themselves… but anyone could have said them, including Darius and they would have had no effect, whatsoever. At least, that's what Arthur thought of her touching advice.
The details were unclear as to what she had done exactly… but the invading entity that had threatened to ensnare his mind and make him a slave had completely retreated. It's like it had never existed.
