Aurelia POV
"I'm not here to hurt you," the old woman said finally, her voice carrying a rasp that suggested decades of use, but it wasn't unkind.
I remained frozen, not knowing whether to trust the assurance or call out for Rowan. "Then what do you want?"
"To help, if you'll let me." She stepped forward slowly, her hands raised slightly, palms open, the universal gesture of someone trying not to startle a wounded animal. "That arm needs proper attention. What you've wrapped it in won't stop infection."
My hand moved to cover the bandage, but the gesture felt useless given she'd clearly already seen it. "How did you know?"
"I saw what happened by the stream," she said. "The pup. And then you."
My stomach dropped. "You were watching?"
"I watch a great many things," the old woman said
