Ronan pov
“I don’t understand. The poison, we tracked it through your entire system. It was embedded in your blood, your organs, everywhere. But now…” She looked at her notes, then back at Mother. “It’s gone. Completely. Like it was never there.”
“The witch did this,” another healer said, awed. “Destruction magic, used to destroy the poison without destroying the host. I’ve read about it in theory, but I’ve never seen it done. The control required…”
“Is she a trained healer?” the first healer asked me.
“No. She said she’d never done healing magic before.”
Silence. All three healers stared at me like I’d grown a second head.
“That’s impossible,” one finally said. “What she did, the precision, the power required, even experienced healers would struggle with that. For someone untrained
