Stolen

Rafael stared dumbly back at Soleia, his mind whirling at the implications of Soleia's words. His gaze turned back to the bed. 

"Not your own…" he mumbled in disbelief. He quickly recalled what Soleia told him, and then compared it to Oliver's testimonial about the event.

"You mean to tell me… your earlier attempt at cyromancy was actually Florian's? Is that even possible?" 

Even as he asked this, he realized how redundant his question was. Soleia was not a liar. She had somehow done the impossible, and the proof was right in front of him in the form of dry notes and bedding. 

Rafael wet his lips, suddenly nervous. He knew Soleia could amplify magical abilities, but storing them was completely unheard of!