12 iii) Shyan says, “I was training with master Davit.”

Shyan says, “I was training with master Davit.” She sniffles. “He ordered me to strike.”

“How are yer arms feelin’?” Fassn asks.

She lifts them experimentally, flaps them like a baby bird trying to take off from the test. “Better, actually.”

“I suppose we can count the antidote as a success,” Cang says.

“And you?” Shyan asks Fassn.

“Me? My arms are great! I miss my wings, but what can you do?”

“I mean, what did you see? What happened?”

A beatific smile spreads on Fassn’s dry lips. “Old Ajralan taught me how to feel.”

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