The other girl was much younger and slimmer. She looked to be about twenty and would've been very pretty if she hadn't been in such a sorry state. She had black lines from some kind of makeup around her eyes which trailed down her cheeks.
Taloni knelt down in front of her, her heart going out to her.
"Can you help me too?" The girl asked.
Taloni nodded with a smile. "And I will."
The younger girl's wounds were even less severe that Marge's, but the Fey suspected the mental trauma was worse. The girl seemed slightly shell-shocked and kept staring off into space.
"All done." Taloni said when she'd finished. "How do you feel?"
"Was that a dragon?" The girl asked, apparently not registering the question.
"That was Ethan. He's my husband." She glanced at Alana, who'd raised her ey
