Amelia's POV.
"Your injuries will heal in the following weeks." The healer said.
She was an elderly woman, tall and stiff. She had a commanding aura about her. Her eyes were a grayish blue and her hair was long and tied into a braid that was wrapped around her head. She was massaging a sweet smelling earthy balm into my back.
"Is it too bad?" I asked, trying to look at my back. I couldn't. But the scars in front weren't looking very good.
"Yes" she said simply. "But it will be fine. Eventually."
The air was filled with the smell of herbs and scented smoke. It was relaxing, almost lulling me into sleep.
It has been a day since I got released from that prison. It still felt like a dream, waking up to the sun coming in through the tiny window. Waking up In a soft bed rather than a c
