[A/N: This bonus chapter is once again thanks to Honestreader2092]
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The pain beneath Rowan's ribs eased, and his heartbeat settled. Celeste kept her hands against him until the damage inside his body had healed, then let the white light fade.
"How do you feel?" she asked, searching his face.
Rowan took a careful breath. Nothing caught in his chest.
"Better. All thanks to you."
He pushed himself upright, noticed the blood beside his knee, and shuffled away from it. There was far more spilled blood than he expected.
Adrian passed him a towel. Rowan wiped his mouth while Sir Luke crouched in front of him.
"Boy, you have a frightening talent," Luke said. "A wonderful one, if we can keep you from killing yourself with it."
Rowan lowered the towel.
"You think I can learn more techniques like hers?"
