Felicia's poor health continues to worsen, she’s sprawled on a thin blanket, with an inconsistent rising and falling of the chest. Each breath sounds like it has a countdown, like an old tick-tock clock that Nana isn't able to ignore.
The soft knock at the door nearly causes her to jump out of her skin. She's panting at the door since her heart is beating so loudly, she knows it would give them away.
"Who is it?" she whispers, voice wobbling.
"Open up," comes the low reply.
Sighing in relief, she unlocks and pulls open the door wide enough to allow the healer in. Fast entry into the house is made by the woman; the hood of her cloak causes her face to be shaded. There is no time wasted in saying hello; her sharp eyes scan the room and rest at Felicia..
“Let me see her,” the healer says
