She had been hoping for some common
illness, or a simple injury. Plant poison she
could handle effortlessly - but peculiar animal
or insect venoms? This was far outside of her
range. “I-” she hesitated, reticent to admit to
her inability, “I’m not sure if I can help you.”
♘—» The skin near his neck was starting to irritate,
and like the rest of its arm, some areas began to turn
yellow. The next step was green, and then the swelling.
“Why? You’re a healer, ‘tis your job!” he wasn’t exactly
yelling, but his voice raised slightly. Panic. Not anger.
