4/30/2025, 1:12 AM
SKILL Healer 1/5
his antics with the stick earned no scolding, only a small huff through her nose— fond and exasperated, as she watched him spin circles around himself like a pup chasing his tail. but it was the next thing— the tilt of his head, the confusion, the mention of the wound— that sobered her.
her gaze dropped to the shoulder he offered.
her breath stilled.
the flesh was whole. untouched. no scab, no stitch of dark fang's teeth. just fur, unbroken and clean. morwenna's expression did not change, but something flickered beneath it— wariness, wonder, a pulse of knowing that twisted deep in her belly.
she leaned in and brushed her nose softly over the spot, then pulled back, eyes steady.
it is gone,she murmured, voice quiet.
no scar. no sign.
a pause, and then,
the mountain keeps its own magic.
she didn't trust it. not entirely. but she trusted him, and that was enough for now.