"I know it hurts," Khalida said, her voice quiet and soothing. She remembered seeing Issac like this in the early days, just a poor child tortured by his gift.
"We're going to fix it very soon," she promised him, despite having no idea yet how that was going to happen. "Here," she said, holding out the cup to him. "Try and drink some of this." There was nothing magic about the mint tea, but she hoped that somewhere in his mind he associated it with being taken care of when things were hard.