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“It gives rise to the possibility though…”
“You said you could give me answers.”
“I’m trying.”
“This is a bit of a stretch, Balfor. And even if it was true, how is this helping to explain anything that has happened?”
Balfor sighed, one harsh breath escaping through his lips before he took a long sip from his drink. Nayome was sadistically pleased to see him looking frustrated.
“Give me your hand.” He said, after setting down his drink.
“Not on your life.”
“Nayome—”
“I said no.”
“I cannae help you if you don’t let me.” Nayome bit back a smirk, his accent was getting heavier as he grew impatient, and looked around at the patio. The restaurant was still buzzing with activity, a European football match in full swing which had drawn everyone’s attention.What’s the worst that could happen?Nayome thought, eyeing Balfor’s outstretched hand like it was a viper.
Nayome reached her left hand across the table towards Balfor’s larger one.
“Your other hand.”
Eyeing the tidy bandage that was still wrapped around her palm, Nayome frowned. Her hand was healing well, but it was still sore, and she didn’t want him manhandling it.
“Nayome, you said you were choosing to trust me in this. I need to show you, before we can speak freely.”
This was all nuts.
Nayome reluctantly moved her injured hand forward, and swallowed hard as it was wrapped in Balfor’s large, warm grip.
“Hey—” she protested, as he started to unwrap her bandage, the angry pink gash becoming visible underneath. Balfor’s grip tightened on her wrist as she tried to jerk her hand back. Then he glanced covertly across the patio, before covering her open palm with his other hand.
Nayome gasped as she felt a familiar sensation work its way through her skin. It brought her back to the forest, when that ethereal glow emanated from Balfor himself, suffusing her with warmth.
“What—” Nayome started, but fell silent when a soft glow shone through their joined palms.
Nayome glanced nervously around, but no one was paying them any attention. When Balfor lifted his hand from hers, the soft, effervescent glow slowly faded away. Nayome inspected the newly knitted skin on her palm, where seconds ago there had been a visible scab.
“How?” she breathed.
“I am a descendant of the ancient line of earth healers.” Balfor pointed to another ancestry line, a few trees over from the one he had pointed out to her earlier.
“It’s not possible.” Nayome felt struck dumb. But this wasn’t the first impossible thing she had seen since she had arrived. Her mind fought to reject it, but the newly smooth, blemish free skin on her palm was a truth she couldn’t ignore. She felt like she was teetering on the edge of something, her perspective being forced reluctantly open to possibilities previous to now, had belonged only in fiction and fantastical stories.
Eyes flicking up to meet Balfor’s gaze head on, Nayome collected what was left of her nerve. “Show me more.”
