Mara was waiting inside the back door.
She had her healer's bag over her shoulder and the clinical expression she used when she was working, the one that set aside everything that was not the immediate practical requirement. She looked at Selene when she came through the door and did the visual assessment that Selene had come to recognize, the quick efficient read of a healer who had been doing this for thirty one years and could gather significant information from a look before asking a single question.
"Sit," she said. She gestured toward the bench along the corridor wall.
Selene sat.
Mara crouched in front of her and looked at her hands first, the healer's instinct for the parts most likely to show contact damage. She turned them over, checked the palms, checked the wrists, ran a th
