Celes felt a pang of guilt but did not correct him about the omission of her husband’s approval. She simply accepted his response and sat down to begin her studies.
"So, where do I start?"
Without wasting any time, Sage handed her a stack of books filled with medical knowledge and herbal remedies. The ancient texts were dense with information, but Celes dove into them with a fervor she hadn’t felt in years. Each page opened up new worlds of possibility, and she lost herself in the intricate details of healing arts and the lore of ancient wolf remedies. The hours slipped away unnoticed as she absorbed every piece of knowledge she could.
By the time she returned home, the evening had settled into darkness. The house was quiet, but Andros’s presence was palpable. He greeted her with a sharp edge in his voice, demanding to know where she had been and why there was no dinner prepared.
Celes stood momentarily stunned by the abruptness of his accusation but said nothing. Her silence was a quiet rebellion against his demands.