“How did you know I’d be able to fix my eye?” “You were a healer.” “Yes, but…” Her voice faded. She was unable to explain why she felt dissatisfied with the answer. “Where did you learn to heal?” she asked, thinking back not only on how easily he’d imitated her directions but also how he’d dealt with Aurelia, and repaired the nerve damage on his own. “Well, you see, there was a war, and I was a general. Picked up a few things.” A headache was developing in Helena’s temples from her imbalanced vision. “Well, you—you have a natural talent for it. In another life, you could be a healer.”
