“She is going to be fine,” Luka said, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms. “She is already calming.” “Because I am over here. Away from her,” Theon groused. “Because you are doing what she needs and giving her space,” Luka argued. “Metias and Pavil used their gifts on her, Theon. We are lucky we even got to her in time. It sounds like they weren’t touching her for very long. Any more contact and…”
