A bright green light glowed from Izikel's hand as Lyzah healed it.
She restored the entire finger, but now there was a scar circling it like a permanent ring.
"That's good, Lyzah. You've gotten better," Felvin said, though even saying those words seemed to take all his strength.
"Thank you," Izikel said, flexing the new finger.
"I should be the one thanking you," she muttered with a slight blush.
Izikel hardly noticed. His mind was elsewhere, lost in thought. He was too busy contemplating their situation. They couldn't stay here forever, waiting for a miracle to happen. Something had to be done.
"We can't just wait here. We have to escape," he said suddenly, his expression firm.
"But how?" Lyzah asked.
"I don't know yet. But I'll figure it out," he answered with quiet determination.
It had to be him. Felvin was too weak to move, and Lyzah was too easily scared. If they were going to survive, it was up to Izikel.
