It didn't burn her skin as the Spirit Embodiment contract bound its elemental energy directly to her soul, turning the destructive plasma into a soothing gentle heat against her face.
Klaus looked down at the blinking blue sphere, then back at Tasha's flushed, tired face.
"Not bad, Tasha," Klaus murmured with his voice softening just a fraction. "You both did good."
They reached the side of Lord Varhem's restored oak carriage.
Klaus reached out with one hand, unlatching the heavy wooden door, and stepped up the iron runner into the main cabin.
The interior was warm and quiet, illuminated by the soft amber glow of the hanging alchemical lantern.
Mirela and Anya were still fast asleep on the large, fur-lined mattress in the corner, breathing softly under their blankets.
Klaus walked over to the cot, carefully lowering Tasha onto the soft furs.
He pulled a heavy winter blanket over her shoulders, tucking her in.
