I’m not able to think anymore about it when a sweet little old lady comes in.
“Hi, dearie. I’m Matilda—you can call me Tilly if you like. The healer is coming in now, but you just holler if you need anything,” she says as she scurries away.
“Healer?” I have a question.
I would say more if I could, but my body isn’t exactly listening to my instructions at the moment. Roman just grunts in response as another older woman comes in; this one isn’t as cute as Miss Tilly, though.
“Well, hello there . . .” the woman says with a raised eyebrow as she looks at Roman.
“Jeanine, this is Leera,” he says as they just stare at each other for a moment.
“Well, let’s see what we can do about the strange feelings you’re having,” the woman—Jeanine—says.
“Roman, can you set her down so I can take a look
