Weaver sank to the steps leading up to my house. He sat down and lowered his head until it hung between his knees and he held onto the back of his neck with both hands. I heard him breathing, loudly, through his nose, the inhale and the exhale quickening with every breath.
“You need to calm down, Weaver.” I sat on the step next to him and brought my hand up to rub his back, but he flinched away the moment my hand came into contact with him.
“I am supposed to be a healer. They trained me to be a healer. How can I heal someone if I don’t know how, if I don’t know what is actually wrong? I can’t really heal, can I?” He sat up straight and began to wring his hands together.
“I can cure a cough or a rash. I make you lose weight fast and artificially improve muscle tone. I can make you pretty
