Faythe stared wide-eyed in disbelief, but not at the magick that brought the glass back together. At Reylan. He stood behind her, staring at her through the reflection. He was pale, breathing heavily in exertion while he braced against the stone archway, no doubt feeling the effects of the Magestone passage he emerged from. Faythe believed it to be another of the Dresair’s tricks, until he spoke quietly. “I heard you scream.”
SCREAMINGGG AND KICKING MY FEET RNNNN
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