Although his body had healed, the brain trauma that Alabastra suffered was serious; it was taking him a while to regain consciousness...
Inside the dome, I kept the light at a minimum so as not to exhaust myself while I injected the mana of life into the architect's body little by little... she really was a beauty, with those highly racialized features.
From what she had told us in the tavern the night of the party before going to the city of Zinderstrat, she was of Syrian origin, although her parents immigrated to London when she was very little.
Eyes, big and green, honey brown or rather always tanned, a large and proportionate body with its meter eighty-five covered in curves... too many curves... what was I thinking at that moment when the girl was unconscious? It would simply be fatigue.
