Living in a nightmare

He didn’t hinder her efforts to heal him, thank goodness. But nor did he seem terribly happy to be allowing it. He was silent for a moment, ignoring her question of what happened to him. She let the silence settle for a moment as she steadied herself. He was still a reminder, and a painful one, of what had happened.

She steadily cleaned his wound with her mixture of Trillium and salt water. “There is always a point to healing, Eligos.” She scolded him, but there was no bite to her words. She knew what she had to say would hurt just as much as the scrub of salt water on his skin. She was gathering the courage to say it, but drawing it out was hurting them both. “My husband is aware that I am looking for you. He agreed that it was necessary after… after.” she huffed softly as she started to bandage him.

“It was wrong, and I’m sorry, for how it went down that night. I’m a healer, and I should know better. There's no excuse” Except that she had been half crazed by demons of the long night, and the victim had not just been a wolf, it had been her only daughter. “When I.. when I-” it had to be said, to be drawn out like poison lest it fester. “-started to bury Dantalion, I realised that she died of internal wounds, she had an aneurysm that swelled in her brain. The pressure and bleeding killed her. You didn’t, Eligos. You didn’t.” she stopped what she was doing to his wounds, her shoulders shaking as she tried to control herself. To be collected, and in charge, as a healer should. Instead she felt herself breaking inside.


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