Chapter 267: Risks
"Everything worked out perfectly," Ambraz said, landing back on Irwin's shoulder.
"So… you are going to make my heartcard now?" Hind asked.
Irwin looked at her for a moment before answering. She was sitting in his cabin, leaning forward from her spot on the couch, her eyes wide and filled with excitement. Two days had passed since he had helped her slot the cards, and with Ambraz awake in a great mood and Hind returned to full energy, he knew it was the best thing to do.
"You are sure you don't care what's on it?" Irwin asked.
"As long as it fixes my soulcard and helps with my soulscape, I will be happy with anything," Hind said, nodding firmly. "Even if it did nothing but that, I'd be good."
"Then let's make your heartcard," Irwin said, looking at the closed door. "Grel, please warn Hou'dor and the others that we are going to start in a minute."
There was no response, but he didn't need it to know his friend had heard it.
Still, having a card to talk with others like I can with Ambraz would be useful, he thought.
"Listen up, Hind," Ambraz said as he landed in the middle of the forging area.
Irwin already knew what was coming, but he saw Hind look at the Ganvil with a slight worry.
"As much as I think things will be okay, there is a tiny chance that we will fail to reforge your heartcard. If we do… you will most likely not survive. Your soulcard wouldn't be able to take the strain," Ambraz said. "If we don't try, you will probably be able to live for a very long time as is- I think we can do this, but, well… It is your call."
Hind rose, her jaw set and her eyes stern.