Chapter 29
The room fell into confused silence.
"I arrived here in considerably worse condition than I let on at the time," Chase continued, his tone even and unhurried, the kind of calm authority that made everyone in the room instinctively quiet to listen. "A wound that had plagued me for weeks, one several skilled healers before this had already failed to properly treat. And yet somehow, during my stay under this roof, that same wound began healing steadily, far beyond what I had any right to expect."
"That was simple rest, surely," her father said quickly, though uncertainty flickered behind his eyes now.
"Perhaps," Chase said, inclining his head slightly, conceding the point without truly conceding it at all. "Though I've rested plenty over these past weeks without any real improv
