Healer in Hiding
Ari's POV
The traveller lay sprawling on the old stone floor, with his gasp, but still alive. The dark veins of his arms had now turned to a softer grey, and his skin was not on fire anymore. I brushed my sweat with my forehead and drew a deep breath.
"It worked," I whispered.
Harriet crouched beside me with an agape gaze. "Mommy... you saved him."
"I tried," I said softly. "But he fought for his life too."
Harriet pressed the wrist of the man the same way that I had demonstrated to her. "His pulse is slow but steady. That's good, right?"
A small smile touched my lips. "Very good."
She beamed proudly.
I took hold of a small jar of salve which we had prepared. "Watch closely. This part is important."
Harriet bent and rubbed the salve on his arm, as I applied it. "
