Aurora’s POV

The old woman kept thanking me long after her knee had healed.

“May the Moon Goddess bless you,” she said again and again, gripping my hand like she was afraid I might disappear.

People nearby began to whisper.

“That girl healed her…”

“She didn’t even chant.”

“Did you see how calm she was?”

Some of the same faces that had looked doubtful earlier scoffed.

“So what? One little trick doesn’t change anything.”

“She’s asking for trouble. Tristan’s men ...