Natalia's fury cracked. Just barely. The corners of her mouth twitched. "You're impossible."
"But effective."
"It was a draw."
"A technicality."
Emi finished her healing, the blue light fading as she stepped back. She swayed slightly, the effort clearly taxing her reserves.
"You need to rest," I told her.
"So do you," she countered. "But the president is waiting."
Right. That.
Natalia helped me off the table, her touch gentler than her words suggested. "Skylar said to tell you it was 'entertainingly stupid,' which from her is practically a declaration of love."
"And Celeste?"
"Hasn't said a word. She's been sitting with her sister since they pulled you off the field."
I stood carefully, testing my freshly healed body. Everything hurt, but in a distant way, like pain remembered rather than actively felt. Emi's healing was incredible.
"Thanks," I said, squeezing her hand.
She squeezed back. "Don't make a habit of this."
"No promises."
