Sable's POV
Rook brought me over to Yarrow's tent right after the midday meal, not giving me much time to think of an excuse to put it off. Not that I had one. I wanted answers as much as anyone else did at this point.
The old woman was sitting cross-legged outside her tent, sorting dried leaves into small piles when we walked up. She didn't look up right away, though I got the feeling she noticed us long before we reached her.
"Rook," she said, still sorting. "Took you long enough to bring her by."
"Been a busy couple of days."
"Mm." She set the leaves aside and finally looked up, studying me with sharp eyes that didn't match the rest of her, tired and lined as she looked. "So you're the one who healed Bram with your bare hands."
"I don't really know what I did," I said. "It just ha
