Healing

What could I do but acquiesce? After all, I had won a great victory, and I owed the witch for that. Without her intervention I would have died in the mud. So I returned the blade to her and walked across to the place where Nessa lay.

I knelt down beside her. She was still breathing, just, but her life signs were slowly fading. I had a little magic remaining to me, so I placed my hand on her forehead and let it seep into her body until she began to revive.

After a while I helped her up into a sitting position, and she opened her eyes.

“You were dying, little Nessa, but I have revived you with my strength. It is no more than what I owe you.”

B11 C23