{IRIS}
Sol would trap me in darkness for eternity?!
He was insane!
My limbs weakened, my skin prickling as numbness spread. Panic surged, raw and desperate.
"W–wait!" I blurted out.
He did not stop.
"I can heal you!" The words tore themselves from my throat. "I can remove your sickness!"
The pressure halted abruptly.
Sol froze.
His hand remained tangled in my hair, but the killing cold receded, leaving behind a lingering ache that made my teeth chatter.
"What did you say?" he asked.
"If you're sick," I said quickly, heart hammering, "and you don't want anyone to know, then you must've gone to countless healers already—with no success. What if I told you I could heal you?"
You idiot, Iris. What are you saying?
"You're bluffing," he said flatly. "You don't possess arcane—much less the ability to heal others."
