Lilly glanced at her, understanding dawning in her eyes. Sarah had realized—the girl in the story was Lilly, and the boy had been her father.

"No," Lilly said gently, her face bright with warmth. "That girl healed the moment she received two gifts from the god." Lilly was referring to her children as gifts.

Nathan, watching their exchange with growing confusion, frowned. "Gifts? What kind of gifts?"

Sarah arched an eyebrow and smirked. "Oh, you know—the usual. Patience, endurance… the ...