Time seems to be standing still. I don’t know if it’s been hours or minutes sitting in the infirmary. It doesn’t even seem to matter. I can hear the movement and conversations of my sisters, but I can’t make out the words. I can hear the sounds of sobbing as my sisters grieve our loss, but the loudest cries come from Aulen. She hasn’t stopped wailing since I brought Nuray’s body into the infirmary. She keeps trying to heal her, but healing the dead is beyond her abilities.
I just continue to sit by the bed holding Nuray’s hand in mine, and as time goes on her hand grows colder and colder, but I can’t let go. She was always there for me; I can’t leave her now. I won’t abandon her like that.
“There. Took some time but she’s completely healed now,” says Arthwin. I breathe a sigh of relief
