A Silent Message
Darstan stood next to Rhaven's bed, taking his turn on the watch. The fever broke shortly after the healer left, and his condition improved with each notch on the candle. "Good to have you with us, Rhaven. For a while, we didn't think you'd make it."
Tobias got out of his chair and came to the bed. "Feel better?"
"Weak," Rhaven said, "and hungry." He looked at Darstan and tried to smile.
"Healer said you'd be better soon. Six or seven days rest, she said." Tobias fidgeted with his tobacco pouch, and packed his pipe. "Strangest thing..." He paused, lit a striker and put it to his pipe. “That woman healed you, then just disappeared. Just–"
"Something about that woman... She had a familiar scent to her."
Darstan laughed. "A familiar scent? She didn't smell any different
