Chapter 172: Whispers Of A Storm
Nusayel watched as the healer’s cerulean glow faded from Selvienne’s forehead. The harsh lines of pain that had marred her face softened; her breathing steadied into the slow rhythm of deep rest. For the first time since the messengers arrived or those nightmares started, she looked peaceful.
Good. At least one of us can escape this nightmare, even if only in sleep.
He almost missed it—the single bead of sweat tracing the healer’s temple, the faint tremor in his fingers as he withdrew them. The boy’s eyelids fluttered open, revealing irises like fractured sapphires before he schooled his expression back into calm.
"She’s stable," the healer said, rising. "Rest is what she needs most now. However..." He hesitated. "The shock may resurface again. So I advise avoiding overwhelming her with strong emotions when she wakes."
From a hidden pouch at his belt, he produced a slender vial filled with iridescent liquid. "Lavender and moonpetal elixir," he explained, offering it to Nusayel. "No more than three drops a week, you can also give it with tea or water. It won’t erase the pain, but it will keep the worst at bay."
Nusayel took the vial, weighing its cool glass between his fingers. The craftsmanship was exquisite. A single drop must cost a merchant’s monthly earnings here.
"You have my thanks," he said, the words rougher than intended. "Eclipse Keep may not rival southern treasuries, but name your price. If it’s within my power, it’s yours."
The healer smiled, shaking his head. "No payment necessary. This is what healers do."
"No." The baron’s voice brooked no argument. "I won’t be indebted to a stranger, no matter how noble his intentions."
The young man stiffened. For a heartbeat, his polished composure cracked for a second—something baron couldn’t describe, flickering behind his eyes.
Nusayel noted the healer’s struggle.