My face is bandaged from the right side of my temple to the under of my chin. I can't see the skin underneath, but from the red that peeks out from the bandages, I know it must look severe.
Even the right side of my hair has fallen victim to my fire magick; the dark tresses are even darker, looking charred, and severed at the bottom. I touch it, wincing at the crispy feel of my hair, and put the mirror back down.
"Don't worry, my dear. We'll do everything we can to heal you faster." Quill says, taking the mirror from me, and placing it back on my dresser.
I nod, though I wonder if he's as concerned at my appearance.
Before I can say anything though, he wheels me back out of my room, and heads for the living room area, where I can hear people talking quietly.
As we make it through the doors, the stopping talks, and I can see it's Quill's pack, my father, my brother Caleb, and two women who are speaking to Xolo softly.
