We carried our steaming mugs over to the small round table in the corner of her kitchen, sitting down across from each other in the quiet, cozy warmth of the morning. I wrapped my hands around the ceramic mug, watching the gentle swirls of steam rise into the air as a thought I’d been mulling over all morning took hold.
I leaned forward slightly, resting my elbows on the table, and looked across at her. "Eloise... if I made another healing piece for Liz—maybe a necklace this time to work alongside the bracelet—do you think that would be too much?"
Eloise paused, her tea mug halfway to her lips. She set it back down on the saucer with a quiet click, her thoughtful gaze holding mine.
"Too much for magic, or too much for her?" Eloise asked gently, tilting her head.
"A little of both, I gu
