Elara sat down quietly on her bed as she stared at the shocked Vealor. His expression was difficult to read, but the shock in his eyes was obvious. He had expected many things from Elara, but this was certainly not one of them.
"What did you mean by you are a witch?" Vealor asked coldly.
Elara was quiet for a while before she responded.
"I'm a witch, maybe not a full one, but I'm a witch. That is why my healing process is this sped up," Elara said, like she was explaining something simple.
Vealor continued staring at her, clearly trying to make sense of her confession.
"As much as I love your plan, I can never work together with a witch, so I would ask you again, what do you mean you are a witch?" Vealor said again as he began to walk towards her.
Elara smiled as she maintained eye contact with him.
