She watched with a quiet curiosity, her eyes following the precision of his movements and the intensity of his concentration.
For the first time since arriving, she allowed herself a moment of calm. The chaos she had been running from seemed far away now, and as she watched Martin, she felt a sense of security—an odd feeling, given how little she knew about him.
But there was something about the way Martin carried himself, something in his quiet confidence, that made her believe he wasn't someone to be trifled with. He had helped her without asking too many questions, and despite the tension in the air, she felt… safe.
Martin's movements slowed as he completed his final strike, his breathing steady, though beads of sweat dotted his brow. He stood still for a moment, his hands resting at his sides as he soaked in the energy around him. There was still a long way to go before he could fully restore his life-force, but this was a good start.
