Raziela
The healer moved with a quiet efficiency. She didn’t ask any questions or even look in my direction. She simply sat at the side of the bed and placed a gentle hand on my daughter’s forehead.
“You shouldn’t have been wandering the castle.” She finally said to me, in a low soft tone that made me strain my ears even when she was just in front of me.
“She was burning,” I whispered, my voice raw. “And she wouldn’t wake up earlier. I—I didn’t know what else to do.”
“It’s okay. I understand. You did what a mother does,” the healer said, her focus entirely on Enid. “You wanted to keep her alive. But again, you shouldn’t have wandered out there without proper guide or order. You might not be so lucky next time.”
What was behind these walls that made wandering around such a big dea
