"Why do you keep rejecting me?" she whispered. "Even now, when you're shattering?""I made my decision.""You made the wrong one."Her hands glided up to his shoulders, fingers brushing old scars, new bruises. Her voice grew softer, threading ancient syllables into the air — a song, a spell hidden within the cadence of her breath.Miyal’s head dropped slightly. His breath hitched.“What are you—”“Shhh,” she whispered. “You’re tired. Let me help you. Just for a moment.”Her fingers pressed gently against his temples.And then — heat. A creeping tide of warmth spreading out in his brain, like liquid silk. The biting corners of his sorrow numbed. The names of the dead… dissipated. Krishna's voice… diminished to a whisper.Miyal blinked.Something was amiss."Perfera… what happened?" he whispered, voice afar."Nothing," she whispered. "Just getting you… to feel again."He stepped back a pace, but she stayed after.The magic was not violent. It was hypnotic, entwining his mind like a vine
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