Hex Master Plena waved her hand before Xane's face, her slender fingers leaving faint trails of light in the air. "Are you still there?"
Xane blinked, snapping out of the conversation with Zayn in his mind.
He was so weak that even a bit of thinking made his head feel heavy, but he managed to focus on her expressionless face.
He nodded slightly. "Sorry, Hex Master. I was just… thinking about the last incident."
Plena's lips curved faintly, not quite a smile. It was more like one of those corporate, emotionless smiles.
She sighed and tilted her head, a strand of silver hair shining in the dim light as she said, "Well, experiencing something like that could be traumatic. Don't worry too much about other things, just focus on your recovery."
