Casey nodded, and Vlad's expression didn't change. "Take all the time you need, Casey. It's not a decision to be rushed."
She knocked sharply on the healer's door, her hands already fidgeting with the small pouch of shadowveil she'd carried.
"Come in," Elara called, her voice clear, her hands tying her apron as Casey pushed the door open.
The room smelled of sage and dried roots, shelves crammed with jars. "Vlad sent me," Casey said, stepping to the worktable, her fingers pulling out the shadowveil. "We need to make that mix. Now."
Elara nodded, her braid swinging as she cleared a space on the table. "Show me what you've got," she said, her eyes flicking to the pouch.
