Curing Tonnis drained Ashlynn even more than curing his mother. Part of it was because she was already tired from treating Rosie, but a greater portion of it was because the venom sank its claws more deeply into the child. In Ashlynn's mind, if there was a miracle here, it was that young Tonnis had clung to life as fiercely as he had, but fighting back against both the venom and Lennart had clearly cost the young man what little strength he still had.
"He's safe now," Ashlynn said, mere heartbeats before she slumped onto the bed, staring up at the stone ceiling while every fiber of her body trembled in exhaustion and remembered pain from healing two people who were so deeply poisoned.
"Ashlynn!" Zedya said, dropping her knitting and appearing at Ashlynn's side faster than human eyes could follow. "Do you need me to carry you to the forest outside? Or one of the gardens?"
