“Be careful, Princess.” His eyes flick back toward Farron. “What happened down there?” I whisper. His mouth becomes a hard line. “Remember, even a warm hearth can leave you scorched.”
Devestated doesn't even cover my feelings right now.
The corner of my lip curls up as the gold in my eyes flickers into flecks of green. Powerful energy washes over me, and pieces of me seem to drift away, nothing but motes of dust in a sunbeam. This energy . . . it’s originating from inside of me.