Varek assigned them a room inside his own home. It was spacious, though still built from rough timber and clay. The air inside was dry, heavy with smoke from an open hearth.
Kaiden laid Naira's mother on the nearest cot. Her breathing was shallow and uneven. Bastet lifted Naira into her arms; the girl's skin was warm with blood from the whipping she received. Her weak body was trembling even though the fire was close.
They didn't have a dedicated healer among them, so potions would have to do. Diaz rummaged through his pack and handed over a handful of small glass vials while Thomas unpacked the rations.
Kaiden tilted the woman's head gently and poured the drops between her lips. The bitter scent of the potion filled the room. Her throat moved weakly as she swallowed. Many more followed, of different kinds. Some were against poison, others against diseases, and more.
