CIAN
The healer reappeared next to us the second Fia fainted.
"Great heavens," she said as she looked at the wound and put a hand on her head. That seemed to calm her down a bit before she said; "Come with me."
She didn't wait for an answer. She just turned and walked toward the nearest room with the expectation we'd follow.
I adjusted my grip on Fia. Her head lolled against my shoulder. I cupped the back of her skull to keep it steady. To keep her safe even in unconsciousness. The bandage at her throat had turned even darker with fresh blood. The white cotton was saturated and useless now.
The healer pushed open a door of the estate. It looked like a guest room given how simple the sight beyond was. It was clean. There was a bed with crisp white sheets. A desk and a mirror. other than that, there was nothing else.
I carried Fia inside and laid her down as gently as I could. Her body was so light. Too light. The mattress barely depressed under her weight.
