She moved next to her back and abdomen, reinforcing the muscles that supported her posture. The constant, unconscious strain she'd been carrying since arriving in this world eased.
Her legs came next.
Thighs. Calves. Ankles.
The energy threaded through them patiently, strengthening without rushing. Lavayla felt grounded in a way she never had before.
Before she knew it, the absorbed energy was used up, and she started absorbing another stream.
Then came bone.
This part was slower.
She guided the energy deeper, letting it seep into her skeletal structure—hips, spine, ribs. There was no pain, but there was resistance. She didn't force it.
She repeated the process.
Again.
Each cycle left behind a faint sense of solidity, like her bones had been packed tighter, reinforced grain by grain.
Her breathing stayed steady throughout.
In. Hold. Out.
