~CELINE~
As the pain gradually subsided to a dull throb, I finally got a proper look at the healer who had been tending to me. She was an older woman, probably in her sixties, with deep laugh lines etched around her mouth and eyes that spoke of experience I knew mine couldn't come close to. Her silver-streaked dark hair was pulled back in a practical braid, and her weathered hands moved with the confidence of someone who had spent decades healing others. There was something oddly comforting about her presence, like a warm blanket on a cold night.
Or maybe it was the fact that I'd hardly ever felt the warmth of others before. Definitely not one of a healer.
My injuries were never important enough to be treated, because they would all eventually heal.
"I said stay still, child," she ch
