DISGUISED LUNA COME BACK
Having memorized every step from the Moonseer's scroll, I had followed every command with great care and repeated it in my mind as if practicing a holy performance.
One misstep, one moment of hesitation, one pause, and everything could fall apart. Aria rested on the bed still, pale, weak, yet more vibrant than she had been when I had brought her here from the cell. Though it had weakened her, the poison had not claimed her, not yet at least.
With the scroll open before me, eyes searching the symbols and meticulously written instructions, I knelt near the bed. From the minute I found her, the Moon had offered great guidance, now it vibrated in the room, subtle but obvious.