Chapter 55: The Herbalist’s Tale
"You found a what?" Diana stared at the unconscious man draped over Grace’s shoulder.
"A person," Grace grunted, struggling under his weight. "An actual human person. I cleansed the corruption from him."
Diana crossed her arms.
"And you’re sure he’s not going to wake up and try to strangle you with vines?"
"Pretty sure. Could you maybe help instead of just standing there?"
With an exaggerated sigh, Diana stepped forward and lifted Elias from Grace’s arms like he weighed nothing. She tossed him over her shoulder in a fireman’s carry.
[Well, alright then.]
"So this is what kept you from meeting me at the rendezvous point?" Diana asked, flicking Grace’s forehead with her free hand as they started walking back toward the village.
"Ow! I was a little busy fighting for my life," Grace retorted, rubbing her sore arms before rubbing her forehead. "Four of those plant-things attacked me at once."
"And you handled it?" Diana raised an eyebrow.
"Obviously."