After the healer has done everything she can, she leans back slightly, pressing her hands onto her thighs. Her brows are furrowed in deep thought, her eyes scanning Nana’s frail body with concern. The fever hasn’t broken, and Nana’s condition hasn’t improved despite all the remedies and healing techniques she’s applied. Her body is still so hot, even though she’s trembling under the covers, her breathing is faster than usual as if she’s unable to take in enough.
The healer feels her stomach, it's a bIt hard, she wonders why? What did she eat? But they said she hasn’t really eaten. ‘then what could be the matter?’ she mumbles under her breath.
The room is thick with the scent of herbs and exhaustion, the dim candlelight casting long shadows against the walls.
Then, as if trying to piece
