Fiona drank from her mug, having to wrap two hands around it in order to steady it. She wondered whether the blast had been heard from Belmont Manor, how long until Belmont knew. Was Teague up right now, worrying about her? Pacing in their small apartment? The timing of his return could not have been worse. But then again, it couldn't have been better; she would have hated for him to remain stuck in Clovenne.
She looked over at the two men as they talked, forcing her exhausted mind to focus on what they were saying.
"I can keep healing it, little by little," she said, and took another drink from her mug. "To speed up the process."