Dylan’s POV
Finding the healer was a task of its own, and now he wants us outside to say something of importance.
I turned my gaze to Devin. His gaze was on the bed, lost in some thoughts I couldn’t get to.
I let him be for the moment, following the healer.
What could he say other than her survival? I thought to myself as the healer stood outside with folded arms.
The door creaked open as Devin came out, that same sullen look on his face like he was deep in thought to something he had hidden.
“Well, we are both outside and are waiting for you want to tell us,” I said, watching Devin from the corner of my eyes.
Devin went to the wall, leaning on it with folded arms and his legs crossed over each other while he stared at the floor.
The healer heaved a sigh, shifting his glasses as
