It was nearly midnight, and the camp had fallen into a serene quietness, with most people tucked in for the night.
"Vee, your arm looks as good as new," Celeste chirped brightly, her eyes crinkling with warmth as Vyan strolled into her tent with his usual laid-back demeanor.
"Yes, Clyde's potions worked wonders." Vyan flashed a faint smile as he settled into her rocking chair, while Celeste stayed perched on the edge of her bed, leaning back with a contented sigh.
Her keen gray eyes took in her nephew, who seemed to be lost in a labyrinth of thoughts. "What's going on in that head of yours, Vee?"
Vyan relaxed, folding his hands in his lap and shutting his eyes. "Tia, why is it that Duke Preaton has no clue about my mana capacity? You said you knew from the start, didn't you?"
