I've been passing out a lot. I realized, as I slowly sat up. A wet rag fell from my forehead, and I tossed it to the side. The pain in my forehead was slightly numb, but my body felt like blocks of lead.
Four faces swarm into view, and three asked in unison if I was okay.
I answered in the affirmative, and looked to Silver. She beamed down at me and I asked her if she was feeling better.
“Yep! I heal quickly… witches are quite strong. That’s why most of us didn’t burn in the Salem trials.” She remarked, and handed me a cup of tea, which I took gratefully until I drank it, and it tasted like what I imagined poop would taste like.
Silver noticed my expression of disgust, and she stifled a giggle.
“Sorry, it’s supposed to help with the healing process. Daedalus made it.” She apologized
