Chapter 40: Dividing Forces
{Mara}
Mara wiped the sweat from her brow as she finished healing a middle-aged farmer’s broken wrist. Her powers were strong, but using them for hours straight was still exhausting.
[Ah, how many decades has it been since I last came to Linaria? Feels like at least two, hehe.]
"Thank you, blessed one," the farmer said, flexing his newly mended hand. "The plow handle snapped and—"
"Just be more careful next time, darling," Mara said, patting his shoulder. "There are enough troubles in this village without adding accidents to the list, right?"
The farmer nodded (with a little blush) and hurried off, no doubt eager to get back to his fields.
Mara stood and stretched, her abundant chest wobbling within her blue healer’s robes. She’d been working since dawn, healing everything from minor scrapes to potentially fatal infections. The village couldn’t afford to have anyone weakened, not with demons lurking nearby.
[Well, just about done for now. I...]
A commotion from outside the healing tent caught her attention. Laughter, whistles, and... music?
She stepped outside to see a small crowd gathered in the village square. Alia was dancing, her pink wings fluttering as she twirled around. Zephyr played a small stringed instrument that she probably borrowed from a villager, singing a song that was just shy of obscene.
And in the middle of it all stood Grace, looking entirely mortified (and very adorable).