Her voice was soft but clear, and in that moment, Martin knew. The loyalty was there, and so was the power of the wish. She was his now, completely and utterly.
Satisfied, Martin smiled to himself as he began the final steps of documenting the results.
Soon, this would all lead to something greater—something far more ambitious than just healing the broken.
Martin reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a sleek, bronze-lined mask, one he had commissioned specifically for her.
It mirrored his own in style, though the silver lines on his were swapped for a softer bronze on hers, less distinctive but still carrying an air of mystery and purpose.
He walked over to the girl, who was still marveling at her newfound strength, flexing her fingers and turning her wrists as if she had just discovered them for the first time.
