Validia's fingers gently moved over the worn fabric of the stuffed rabbit. The faintest glimmer of green light seeped from her palms, shimmering like a soft glow around the toy. As her hands worked, the fraying stitches slowly tightened, and the fabric, once ragged, became smooth again.
The rabbit, though, didn't look brand new. Its fur regained some luster, but there were still signs of its age—a certain softness that only time could give it. The repair wasn't perfect; it was a restoration, not a replacement.
Lily's eyes lit up as she took the rabbit back in her hands, holding it up to her chest. A small smile tugged at her lips, but there was a hint of confusion in her gaze. She could tell it was fixed, but... it wasn't quite the same.
