She hummed as she raked her eyes over my form.
“Your child is about to lose both her life and the life of her if Valerie doesn't get those herbs.” Aria suddenly spat. “Or do you not care about a single soul but yourself.”
The old ladies brows knitted. “Nymeria?” She lifted her brow. “You want to make the herbs?” Her appreciative eyes from before now turned to doubt.
“If you want to, I can check her and then access the situation and treat her–”
“No. Valerie will do it.” She interrupted.
Her mother looked me up and down. “She doesn't look–”
“Mother, please not now.” Aria stressed and in minutes we were given passage to what looked like a herbal garden.
I stepped into the room and stopped by the entrance. I felt like I could cry from just the sight alone.
It was beautiful. I'd never
