“We were there for one hour,” I growled. “And the entire day is gone. Care to explain that?”
Her eyes widened, and then she winced. “Oh, I am so sorry. Was there a charm hanging above his door? An hourglass, perhaps? Or a sun and moon? He’s been experimenting with both, but he should not have had them hanging with strangers.”
“What do you mean?”
“As a healer, Hofter struggles to handle others’ pain. He internalizes it, but it wears on him. Because of this, he’s been working on some magical charms that alter a patient’s perception of time. Hours of pain will only seem like one to them. I am so sorry. I’m going to go speak to him right now. If you’d like to come with me, you’re more than welcome. I promise that we are not trying to play any tricks on you.”
“Nyx is not in intense pain. Th
