Book 3 Chapter 27: You're My Favorite Date
Dantes stood in the antechamber of Argenta’s manor, looking down at the shivering dwarf that had been laid there. It was a massive, well lit space, filled with marble and black stone. He’d spent most of the previous evening playing cards with Alby and trying to get what information about Argenta and Gren out her that he could. All he’d managed to glean is that she didn’t think there was anything unusual about regularly seeing a demon, he was surly, and her mother controlled him with a grimoire of some kind. That last part was interesting, but he wasn’t able to get any more information from her. He knew grimoire’s contained spells, but Argenta wasn’t a mage, at least he didn’t think she was. He’d tried to search around her home, but she didn’t have an anti-vermin enchantment, she had a vermin alarm system. He’d found out the first time he’d tried to spy on her, and it was much more difficult to get around. He’d brought Alby straight back to Argenta himself that morning, and had found Argenta waiting with a priestess and a sick dwarf.
He and the priestess of the healing touch exchanged a nod with him, and both got to work at the same time.
Dantes focused on the smallest, most miniscule parts of the dwarf, the ones that were working to fight against the disease within him, and started to pour energy into them.
The Priestess mumbled a quick prayer and laid hands glowing silver onto the dwarf’s chest.
Through his perspective at the smallest level, he could see the way her power was affecting him. The damage wrought by the disease was there one second, then gone the next, but the taint itself remained, just as it did with Dantes’s healing.
They both finished, and the dwarf’s shivering ceased, his breathing calmed, and he laid still and calm with his eyes closed.
Dantes looked at the priestess, and she nodded her head at him.
He looked to Argenta. “He’s far better off than he was, better if either of us had worked on him alone, but he’s still sick, and each time we’ll be able to heal him less and less.”
Argenta nodded. “It was worth trying,” she looked to the priestess. “You can expect the donation to have arrive before you even return. Please see yourself out.”