The whole was calm and silent as the healer examined her. At that point, Brielle didn’t say a word or move when the bandages were checked; she was so calm and didn’t complain when the healer pressed gently along her wrists.
I furrowed my brow, watching her, composed, as if she were used to pain. ‘What had she been through in the past?’ I asked internally while staring at the girl with a pale face but too relaxed to notice the healer attending to her wounds.
“The wounds are deep,” the healer said finally, straightening. “But she’s healing well,” she said and glanced at me, her lips curving faintly. “She needs to eat before taking her medication.” Upon saying that, a trace of amusement flickered in her eyes, and before I could speak and inquire what she meant, she had already turned and l
