Boys Don't Cry - The Cure

She huffed quietly into the dimly lit healers den. Annoyed, because he wanted to talk and she didn't. He was badly sick, dealing with it alone and all he could think about was his guilt. She sighed, taking a seat beside him. A move that would have been insulting to her slavers. Something that would have gotten her beaten for daring to think she was worth seating where they sat. No, the only time that was allowed was if they were pulling her onto their lap…


“The slavers would have cut their losses and run, spreading this blight.” She said quietly, knowing that fit their selfish nature. “I'd never met a healer because it was every man for himself. It's different here. You're different.” She grimaced as if the kind words were physically painful. “I… forgive you.” She said, reaching out and plucking the tea before he could grab it. She downed the contents with a grimace.