Isla glanced at Zade seeking approval to go ahead and he gave her a reassuring nod. Inhaling sharply,she extended her right hand towards Elaris who was growing impatient as each second went by. She held a small silver blade in her hands.
"Finally," She muttered, grabbing Isla's wrist. "You don't have to worry about anything it's fake silver"
Isla felt the cold sting of the blade making a cut on her skin before a thin line of blood welled on Isla's palm. Elaris tilted her hand to the side slightly, letting the blood drip onto the scroll which had been spread across the wooden table. Isla watched as her blood dropped on the scroll, sliding to different parts of the paper. She felt an unnatural hum vibrating against her bones.
When Elaris finally let go of her hand, Zade immediately took her palm before wrapping a strip of cloth from his pocket around her wounds. The way he wrapped it was careful yet firm.
"T—Thank you," She whispered.
