"H-his? Zick lost his dom energy?"

Greta nodded. She placed her wobbling tea cup onto its plate and then nodded again.

"Mm-hmm."

"But how? I thought that tamers couldn't--"

My friend clutched a temple. "It seems they can. I don't know how, but it happened."

"And he'll never develop anymore?"

She choked and nodded for the third time in a minute's elapse. "'Looks like it's like the keeper sight, Helen. Like, in terms of transferring energy. Only difference is that tamers are born with it. He transferred his dom into some box that exploded and killed a bunch of dark tamers. I'm thrilled, like, you have no idea how relieved, that Zick and his friend are alright but... I know when my little boy isn't happy."

I took her slender hand around my chunkier one. "How bad is it, my friend?"

It was rare for me to see Greta so devastated. "Depressed. We've been seeing someone in Bibbur-Si because of the circumstances. I think it's only making things worse because Zick can't see the gingi psychiatrist but Zob and I have no idea who else to see. We don't know any other tamers or keepers specializing in that stuff." Quickly she lost more composure. "I just wish he could see again..."

"Did you already give the gift to someone else?"

She mm-hmmed. "His friend, Elena."

"Is she--"

"Yes. She's the one he saved."

The more I heard the more I felt sorry for the boy. Greta's pain was as genuine, but I was sure that his was magnified; he was the one that experienced it himself. Something had to be done. I knew I was the one to fix it.

My chair skid back, and I rose. "Where is he?"

Zick was in the living room, just as Greta said and where we saw him before entering the kitchen for our monthly chit chat. It was a scene that repeated itself ever since we began the practice eight years before. The boy slumped on the couch, not paying attention to the lit television set. He did not speak when I stepped inside, only tilting his head in my direction as he heard the clacks my high heels made on the wooden floor. Just by looking I knew this was not only pre-teen moping. The pain and growing depression shown in his dark brown eyes.

I managed a smile. "Zick?"

"Yes, Miss Helen?"

"Perk up and get up. I have a surprise for you!"

He reluctantly sat up in the cushion his behind rested on. "Is it cake?"

"No, something even better. Close your eyes."

He appeared confused, the poor thing. A brow slightly furled in confusion or suspicion before he complied. Immediately I placed my palms over his face. I closed my eyes, concentrated, prayed it would work. Shimmering light bright enough for me to see even with shut eyes shone. Zick evidently saw it as well, as I heard "huhs" and "whats" in his voice. Not even half a minute later it was over. I let go, and prayed.

"Okay, you can open them again."

Faint purple sparkles remained as he opened. He rubbed his eyes, looked around the room until his eyes bulged.

"Hey, is that a--"

I grinned, nodded. "Yes, Zick. That's a singing burstie."

He still seemed incredulous. "You gave me some of your sight? But why me?"

"I can't have children Zick. You're the closest I have to one and I felt you deserved it."

Happy tears drifted down his pale face. He ran to me. "Thank you so much, Miss Helen! Thank you so much!"

Happy tears came from me while he ran to tell his mother the good news.  I'm sure it would be the best either had and would have for awhile.