Wren’s mouth dropped open as her mind reeled. “So… if I’ve been infusing things without knowing it, I’ve been wasting my luck?” “Wasting it, gifting it, it’s a matter of interpretation. Who’s to say if it’s a waste?” “I am! Trust me, whoever ate those confections, I needed that luck more than they did.” The tenor of her life came into sudden focus.
Oo
that sucks. So the healers end up making themselves sickly?
