Cara had always been clear-headed. The burning pain on her back made sleep impossible, so she’d noticed Raven’s presence in her shabby little room long ago.
Raven knew she was aware, but what of it? Right now, she didn’t want to see him. So she shut her eyes tight, refusing to acknowledge him.
He asked why she didn’t just heal herself. What a laughable question. She didn’t even bother answering. He talked as if everyone were some kind of monster like him, able to close wounds in an instant.
If she were truly that strong, she would’ve already healed herself and vanished into the deep woods. She wouldn’t be lying here, bearing this physical pain.
In the end, he showed a sliver of pity and had someone tend to her bloody back. The cleaning and the ointment stung, but thanks to the Moon God
