"What?" My eyes grew as wide as saucers, my tail stiffening like a board. "Y-you…healed it?"
"Yep!" she nodded, smile widening as if she enjoyed my shock.
I shook my head, unable to come to terms with such a thing. "But that's impossible! Sunpurge just isn't curable, Elinore said so. The best she could ever manage was to soothe the pain, and even if she promised her master was close to finding a cure, that was just to give me hope."
R'lissea tilted her head. "Was it?"
I nodded. "It had to be. If curing it was possible, surely someone in the millions of worlds and eternities the gods have ruled would have discovered it."
I looked at her, pleading, wishing for her to agree with me. The fact that I could have been cured–and so easily, while I was asleep–was beyond belief. The sunpurge had been as constant a companion as the Sun God's curse. It couldn't just be gone, right?
