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The tawny woman fixed my shoulder before we sat down.
"Hold still," she said, approaching with her hands raised. Not asking — telling.
I tensed, putting myself between her and Elowen, but Corvin made a calming gesture. "Thalia's a healer. If we leave that joint displaced, it'll heal wrong."
I didn't want any of them touching me. But my shoulder was screaming, the joint grinding against itself with every movement, and I knew he was right.
"Fine," I growled. "Make it fast."
Thalia grabbed my arm without ceremony and wrenched.
The crack of the joint popping back into place echoed through the cabin. White-hot pain lanced through my shoulder, and I felt Elowen flinch through the bond — feeling my agony as her own.
I didn't make a sound. Wouldn't give them the satisfaction.
"There."
