Cara’s povs
“Cara, I can't follow you to the cottage tonight,” Debby said as I helped her by holding the trays filled with various herbs.
I nodded. “It’s fine, Debby. I’ll find my way home,” I replied, but curiosity got the better of me. “What happened? Lately, I’ve noticed more wounded warriors coming into the infirmary.”
“I’m not sure. Probably just patrol issues. But don’t worry about it, Cara. We’re safe,” she assured me. After helping Debby finish her work, I packed my bags, waved her goodbye, and set off on my journey back to the cottage.
The sun was already setting, casting its golden glow over the streets. I packed my bags, my body aching from a long, exhausting day of tending to the sick, helping Debby, and playing with the children, who, strangely enough, had taken a liking t
