Her head wound was sealed and she was settled against fluffy pillows. Benliar came in and Spot propelled himself through the air to land on her chest. She flinched at the sudden impact but caressed him as he nuzzled her chest. Benliar sat next to her and he took her spare hand. “Well, it was a tumour, it was big and it was hurting your control centre as well as dangerously close to a main artery.” She sighed and nodded. “I thought as much. I was affecting people I wasn’t even aiming at and that is when I turned myself in.” “How does your talent feel?” “Sore. It feels new, like it has gotten an overhaul.” She was sitting up in bed and the local physicians were coming in regularly to take readings. “You have. Roden went over every inch of you checking for abnormalities while you were sleeping. Resicor provided him with the necessary information about your physiology, and I passed it along to the doctors here.”
