Kyon POV

Kyon Cresta woke up with the sense that something had changed in his world. Something was missing. He stretched out on the healing table.

“Did I fall asleep again during healing?” he yawned.

Azandra loomed over him, with her hair spilling everywhere like living tendrils of flame. “Yes, which is how you know it’s working. I may need you to practice on me.”

He grinned, excited at the thought. She’d suggested teaching him ...