Azier was honestly glad he couldn't see well. His vision was good enough to where he could barely make out the dull-colored lines that crawled up the sides of his face. They all reassured him he still looked handsome, but he wasn't really keen on finding out for himself yet.
He honestly had bigger problems.
At least Azrianna and he could cycle magic and her natural ability to heal others was quite helpful for his recovery...and...he swore he could feel himself getting stronger, but how would that be possible? He had never heard of anyone sharing power,or siphoning it. Amyra would probably know. He'd just ask when his tongue healed entirely.
His body was so shot that he couldn't even hover like he had been able to before hand. He could barely lift his head.
