"Some journeys begin with a farewell," Mariana said, motioning for me to enter her chamber fully.
I stepped inside, noticing how the morning light caught the steam rising from her teacup. The scent of rare herbs filled the air—different from yesterday's blend but equally potent.
"I'm ready," I said, standing tall before her.
Mariana's lips curved into a slight smile. "Are you? I wonder." She gestured to the cushion across from her. "Sit. We haven't much time."
I lowered myself onto the cushion, my muscles tense with anticipation.
"Michael Ashworth was more than just an acquaintance of your father's," she began, her voice uncharacteristically soft. "They saved each other's lives multiple times. A blood debt that can never truly be repaid."
"Is there anything I can do for him?" I asked. "My healing abilities—"
"No," she cut me off firmly. "Some cycles must complete themselves. Michael has lived longer than most—and his time approaches its natural end."
