The healer's hands slowed, then stilled for just a moment as the words landed heavily in the chamber. For a while, silence soaked the room, wrapping itself around them.
She exhaled through her nose, "Of course it was," Her fingers resumed their work, more deliberate now, weaving counter-sigils into the air. Pale light threaded between her hands, sinking into the girl's skin like breath returning to drowned lungs. "You don't bring someone to me like this unless the damage crawls deeper than flesh."
Vaeron didn't reply to her sarcasm. Those eyes never left the woman lying on the stone table who looked worse by the second.
The unnatural pallor of her skin bordered on chalk-white, and her lips tinged a sickly violet beneath the cracks. Bruises from vertigo stained the flawless white. Scratches from trees and nature marred her with violence.
