The healer has her own rhythm when doing things, even when treating our wounds. She just naturally has a flow of how she does things... It is actually calming to watch as her hands gracefully dance over her medicine box ... finding exactly what she needs without hesitation..
but...
when she started to treat Yera...
she turns him around and ....
its like the world stops...
Her hands stops ...
like the music she always hears has disappeared...
she sighs and I find myself releasing a breath I didn't know I was holding...
Then she does something I should have expected...
She smacks Yera on the Head...
"REally now ! How did this happen?!! Did you learn nothing from your brother's death?"
Yera rubs his head and his ears droop at the mention of his brother and his tail falls
