Nerissa POV
Edna examined me for forty minutes.
She didn't speak much during it. That was fine because I didn't want to have a conversation. I sat on the edge of the examination table in the healer's room on the second floor and let her hands move where they needed to move and kept my eyes on the wall opposite and thought about nothing deliberately.
Edna's hands were precise and clinical. She catalogued everything with detached efficiency. But her hands stilled twice,once over my ribs.
Once over the scarring across my left shoulder blade that I had forgotten about because it had been there so long it stopped registering as separate from the rest of me.
She didn't comment either time.
She made notes on the small parchment beside her and kept moving.
When she finished she stepped back
