By the time I got back to my shop, exhaustion had seized me. I felt like I was dragging my feet with every step, and I didn’t bother to put anything away or refill my bag, just threw it on my work table and started up the stairs.
A knock on the door, though, stopped me, and I let out a groan, resting my head against the wall for a second, debating ignoring it. If it was one of my patients, I hadn’t completed any of the medications that were due, a fact that left me with a lump of guilt in my chest. My first priority should always be my community. And yet, I had spent the entire day working in the castle. For the Ashfather, who I had sworn was my enemy.
“Tahlia?” Clara’s voice sounded through the door, and I looked back at it.
With a sigh, I headed over there, opening the door for her a
