I rub at my eyes. My tears have started to dry and I'm starting to feel more at ease. Not my doing at all. I know better than to think, in any way, that it is. I look out of the corner of my eye. Sure enough, Ewan is using that power of his.

"The present is better anyway," I whisper, forcing a small grin on his face. I won't scold him for using his powers on me this time. He really does mean to keep me well. "Because I'll be fat and achy in the near future and that'll be absolutely horrid."