The walk to the infirmary really didn't take long. The modern single storey building stood in the center of the town with manicured planters and wooden benches. Inside the white and beige waiting room pregnant women sat talking quietly, children either played or wailed impatiently and the elderly read or stared patiently into space. To the untrained eye the infirmary was just another GP practise but those that knew what to look for could see the faint differences.
The head healer was waiting for Eva when she stepped past the automatic open door. The healer was younger than Eva's mother but the stress of trying to heal the unknown patients as well as carry on normal duties had clearly taken its toll and ingrained itself into the corner of her eyes and edges of her mouth.
"Luna." The heal
