DAMIEN'S POV
Minutes later, the healer arrived, a small, wizened woman with deep wrinkles etched into her weathered face. Her sharp eyes seemed to pierce through the gloom, searching for the source of pain and discomfort. Without hesitation, she took one look at me and immediately began her work, her hands moving with practiced efficiency and grace. She reached for jars of dried herbs, each one carefully labeled, and began to mix them with precision, the fragrant aroma filling the air around us. Her lips moved silently, whispering ancient incantations under her breath, her face a mask of deep concentration as she channeled her knowledge and power into the task at hand.
I lay there, unable to move or speak, only able to watch. My body was a prison of pain and weakness.
Rex and Elise stoo
