“Really?”
Yrene waited until the lady had pressed a
cup of the peppermint tea into her hands
before she nodded to the lady’s boots. “Can I
see the injury?”
Elide hesitated, but took her seat on the
stool beside Yrene and tugged off her boot,
then the sock beneath.
Yrene surveyed the scarring, the twisted
bone. Elide had told her days ago why she had
the injury.
“You’re lucky you didn’t get an infection
yourself.” Yrene sipped from her tea, deemed
it still too hot, and set it aside before patting
her lap. Elide obeyed, putting her foot on
Yrene’s thigh. Carefully, Yrene touched the
scars and mangled bones, her magic doing the
same.
The brutality of the injury was enough to
take Yrene’s breath away. And to make her
lily
(lily)
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