Jourd'Selene, 26th Novena
Three days had passed and Ghia still had not gone to the North Tower. Her job was a legitimate enough excuse to delay her going, but the truth of the matter was that she was scared. Terrified is a better word, she thought as she sat down to give her aching feet a rest. She'd been on them all day, since she and Helene had given the younger healers the day off, tending to the wounded themselves with Jera and Giselle. There wasn't much left to do. Crisis and urgency had passed, giving way to tedium.
She leaned back and closed her eyes. Her head ached and she hadn't been sleeping well. Well, at least I'm eating, she thought, remembering her promise to Jules. More of the block had worn off and without her boundaries she was continually assaulted by the thought patter
