Kiara reached for Lamont with her good arm and wondered if he would notice that she never used her left the more time he spent with her. She only hoped that his parents would not. When she was finally on her feet, she was shaking her head and spoke quietly. "I don't think its possible that a healer could help me. It's been weeks. The wound is healed it just... there is a large scar and what I suspect is permanant damage. I'm only hoping that one day it will recover, though it probably will not."

And then she was thinking of Ostus and the way he had looked at her back in the throne room. She'd hurt him. Hurt him more than she had ever imagined she could. In all likelihood he didn't want to see her now or ever again. Honestly, Kiara wasn't sure she could face him. He had seen her, the real her, and now she was being forced to hide behind that fake smile again. Would he be disappointed in her? Not only that, but if he in fact had felt what she had, there was no way that Ostus would want to see her with her betrothed.

"I... would like to see him, but I don't think he feels the same. It's a long story. I would, however, appreciate some help. I have no idea where I am or where I should be going."