Loraine
“The wound is healing pretty well,” Luna Kathryn murmurs as she inspects it. I look away while holding up my shirt and leaving my ribs bare for her to observe. I won’t lie, her medicine and diagnoses did wonders for me in just two days.
I feel Kayla’s presence more strongly than before. I can breathe without wincing in pain. She has also managed to make an ointment for the scar on my face.
She taps on my shoulder indicating that her preliminary check is done. I put the shirt down and look at her.
“It might take a few more days before you can walk or do any kind of task, is that okay?” she asks. My lips part in surprise because I am the one freeloading here, eating their food and sleeping like a log at night without waking up sweating after a particularly terrible nightmare.
