Karl turned Eiravyne's sleeping body to get a better view of the burn scar on her shoulder.
Despite the sleeping spell, she still winced in pain from time to time. It surprised him, as the spell should have been strong enough to dull all sensations.
Gently sliding her dress aside to expose the scar, he touched it with his finger but quickly pulled back, shocked.
The burn sent a wave of searing heat through his finger.
"This... this is remarkable," Karl said, his voice tinged with both awe and fascination. "I see why she's still in pain. The burn is active."
Ilomina looked at him, confused, but Ilkar's patience was wearing thin. "No time for your fancy words and sick behavior," he snapped. "What do you mean?"
Karl touched the scar again, this time keeping his finger there longer. His face contorted with pain from the intense heat, and he quickly pulled back.
