Chapter Thirty-Nine
Marl frowned as he saw Trilina’s mouth fall open. Whatever Maltese meant by calling her First Daughter, it was as new to her as to the rest of them. He filed the thought away for later. Seeing his friends healed was far more important to him than titles and vague secrets.
It was apparent that Marl’s concern was unfounded. Maltese focused on Elora, chanting as he had before. Bit by bit, the burns faded from her skin, and her face relaxed. Towards the end, the process slowed, Maltese sweating under the hot sun long before he was done.
“We need to create a bit o’ shelter,” Rhysdan said, looking to Marl.
“Aye, that we do,” Oritas replied. “We’ll all be a crisp long afore our healer here has done his work.”
Once more Marl frowned. They hadn’t exactly brought any of thei
