Jasmine's mask of composure slipped for a microsecond.
She meets the requirement. And she knows it.
"I see." Her voice carried forced neutrality. "And you think I might qualify?"
Dancing around the truth. How cute of you, Jasmine.
Arthur smiled. "I think you're more than you appear to be. In this world, that usually means hidden strength."
Mayor Richards watched the exchange with growing confusion.
Despite their little bickering, the Mayor knew one thing.
She's important to him.
Jasmine looked at the massive tree. Her healing abilities were her most carefully guarded secret.
Revealing them meant exposing vulnerabilities she'd spent years concealing.
But with the potential rewards...I can finally...perhaps...
"If I attempt this trial," she said finally, "what happens if I fail?"
Arthur's expression softened slightly. "Nothing harmful. The guardian simply denies access."
At least that's what happened to me.
"And if I succeed?"
