Chapter One Hundred & Thirty Five: A Revelation

Velma walked out of the room, a multitude of thoughts crossing her mind. She has not actively thought of anything; in fact her mind had been blank so what then did Evgenikós speak off?

It's not ordinary, you thought of something.

Velma took in a deep breath and leaned against the wall. Closing her eyes, she tried to picture their conversation from the very beginning hoping it would at least spark a but if remembrance in her memory.

I never said I was sick...

My head hurts, do something about it...

Velma gasped, a flicker of realization dancing in her eyes. She hadn't actively considered healing the witch; it had been a passive, almost subconscious feeling of pity that lingered at the edges of her thoughts. A silent hope had nestled in her heart, a wish for Evgenikós's well-being, but beyond that, her intentions had not been deliberate or focused.