Eve found Raphael in the training room early the next morning.
He was already there when she arrived, standing in the center of the space with his eyes closed, his arms slightly extended at his sides. Soft golden light moved around him in slow, rhythmic pulses....like breathing, like a heartbeat.....his power cycling through him in careful, controlled waves.
He looked peaceful. Rested. Whatever Elena had given him last night had clearly restored him considerably, because the exhaustion that had shadowed his features after their first training session was completely gone. He looked vibrant, powerful, fully himself.
Eve stopped in the doorway and watched him for a moment, struck again by how much he looked like her father from the dream. The same sharp features, the same elegant bearing, the same amber eyes that were now opening to find her watching him from across the room.
"Good morning," Raphael said, letting the golden light fade. "You look better than yesterday."
