42. Healing
Raven
The morning sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled golden light across the soft path beneath my boots. I walked slowly, my hands tucked into the sleeves of my sweater. My breath was shallow and careful like I might break something if I breathed too deeply. Maybe myself.
The healer’s hut was nestled beneath a sweeping tree, a curved structure made of stone and wood with trailing ivy across the roof. It looked like it belonged in a storybook. Or a dream. I didn't notice this yesterday seeing that I was too happy to be here. It was like a dream come true.
I hesitated at the entrance, heart thudding. I wasn't sure why this felt like such a big step, but it did. Maybe because it was the first thing I had chosen for myself since arriving here.
“Ah, there you are
