“Please, keep trying.” His words echoed through her head. They still boomed, even though he was careful not to push them with more force than needed. She wondered what it would sound—feel—like if he tried to hurt her. If he mentally screamed. “I fear it would break your mind,” he replied to the unasked question.
“I forget you can hear my every thought.” She said (thought?). The lines on her arm brightened as she willed energy towards the broken egg. The great owl had brought it, hoping she could mend it. She wanted to, was trying to, but it was so damaged.
“I feel awful.” He said.
She wasn’t sure if he was speaking to her or if it was a private thought inadvertently shared.
“I do nothing inadvertently,” he said, and mentally sighed. “Unless it’s breaking a mother’s egg.”
She wasn’t sure what to say. A cool breeze drifted in through the open balcony doorway. Beyond, the city. The drift of air made the flames of a few hundred candles dance. They lined the walls, shelves, the floor. Imbued with a simple magic most had been burning nonstop for the last decade, some of the bigger ones twice that. “What happened?” she asked.
“The mother was brought her egg to be blessed by our king. I didn’t see it, I was…I don’t know, adrift in thought. It happens often. Daydreaming. Next thing I know she’s reaching under her wing to pull something out. That’s the first I hear, the first I see, and I think she’s drawing a weapon. It was a reaction. I batted her hand with my wing and sent the egg flying. It shattered against a far wall. The king’s healer was able to lock the egg within a stasis frame and, well…Here I am, trying to see if you can mend what I broke.”
She concentrated. She’d never done something quite like this. She was a healer, yes, the best in the city and in a city of healers that was something. But mending wounds, closing cuts, healing minds (some, at least), and repairing broken bones was one thing. Trying to return a broken egg to whole was quite another. But she would try.