Brooke almost answered Livvy, yet instead when the doctor raised his eyes in silent question to them both, she nodded definitively. Mathus could tell his patent whatever he thought best. Or Algy would say something. Now she thought about it, the trinket she plucked from the ash sat heavy on her mind. That still needed investigation, but like so much, now wasn’t the time.
Brooke worked the business card from Livvy’s wallet with deadened fingers and pocketed it. She slapped the wallet shut and dropped it back into the backpack. It was as she did this, the room warmed and brightened simultaneously. Unease washed over her as she wondered if this sudden warmth was a sign of something more ominous. Was she about to pass out, and this was some sudden sensory spasm before she collapsed? Tensing and waiting for the moment to pass, she leaned more into the island, propping herself against it.
The warmth went beyond simple heat. She sighed, basking in the relief, even numbed as she was.
The bright light seemed to suffuse the kitchen, but was never harsh or stringent on her eyes. She didn’t feel the need to close them or turn her head from the source. As the warming illumination lapped at her burns, she felt the prickle of sensation that went beyond touch.
This was some potent healing magic, she recognized that much, and knew it to be starkly different from her own brand of stitchery. She side-eyed the doctor, realizing he had a few tricks up his sleeve. Brooke hated to admit it, because he was still an asshole, but Algy made a good decision in bringing Livvy here. The cop seemed to be in expert hands and she was surplus to requirement. Better to be productive than lurk.
“I have a call to make.” She said, and didn’t expect a reply with the woman on the dining room table taking focus. And with that, Brooke walked stiffly from the kitchen and back down the hallway. She nestled at the foot of the stairs, compact and keeping herself coiled tight. Her phone hung heavy in her fingers as she dialed the office.
Brooke worked the business card from Livvy’s wallet with deadened fingers and pocketed it. She slapped the wallet shut and dropped it back into the backpack. It was as she did this, the room warmed and brightened simultaneously. Unease washed over her as she wondered if this sudden warmth was a sign of something more ominous. Was she about to pass out, and this was some sudden sensory spasm before she collapsed? Tensing and waiting for the moment to pass, she leaned more into the island, propping herself against it.
The warmth went beyond simple heat. She sighed, basking in the relief, even numbed as she was.
The bright light seemed to suffuse the kitchen, but was never harsh or stringent on her eyes. She didn’t feel the need to close them or turn her head from the source. As the warming illumination lapped at her burns, she felt the prickle of sensation that went beyond touch.
This was some potent healing magic, she recognized that much, and knew it to be starkly different from her own brand of stitchery. She side-eyed the doctor, realizing he had a few tricks up his sleeve. Brooke hated to admit it, because he was still an asshole, but Algy made a good decision in bringing Livvy here. The cop seemed to be in expert hands and she was surplus to requirement. Better to be productive than lurk.
“I have a call to make.” She said, and didn’t expect a reply with the woman on the dining room table taking focus. And with that, Brooke walked stiffly from the kitchen and back down the hallway. She nestled at the foot of the stairs, compact and keeping herself coiled tight. Her phone hung heavy in her fingers as she dialed the office.