Tia
Upon arrival at Kavan’s home, Owen was rushed to the healer's hut while Kavan and I followed quietly behind him.
I pulled the blanket Kavan had draped over my shoulders closer, shielding myself from the chilly breeze and attempting to shield myself from burning guilt.
By the time we arrived at the hut, the healer was already working on him. Blue light poured from the healer’s palm placed over the injury, performing its supernatural role. He repeated the act four additional times before finally sighing in relief.
“Any second later, he would have been gone,” the healer said and I choked on the tears forming behind my eyes for the fifth time that day. Beside me, Kavan noticed and took my hand, clasping it gently with hers. She sent me a reassured smile.
“He’s okay, that’s all that ma
