Callie's mind was clearing, the fog that had settled over her during the ritual slowly lifting. She could feel power returning to her limbs, that familiar warmth that meant her fire was coming back. Whatever Lysa had done, it was slowly fading.But she couldn't let them know that. Not yet.Kael stood near the tent entrance, looking out at the chaos of the battle, his hand on the hilt of his weapon. He glanced back at her occasionally, making sure she was still where he had left her, laying at the edge of the broken ritual stone.Callie shifted slightly, testing her legs. They felt weak, shaky, but they were responding to her again. She just needed an opening. A distraction. Something."Kael," she said, keeping her voice weak and pained. "Kael, please."He turned to look at her, his expression guarded. "What?""I can't… my legs," Callie said, forcing tears into her voice. "The way you dropped me… they're in a bad position. It hurts. Please, can you just help me straighten them out?"
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