Chapter 157 Pain and Cure
Damon’s brows furrowed, confused by Kyra’s words. "You mean heat?" he asked.
"Y-yes." she replied, her voice trembling.
His heart tightened at the thought of her distress. "Little thing, wait for me and lock the door. Don’t open it until I come back." he said, urgency in his voice as he quickly ran out of the house.
He wasn’t sure what females used during their heat, but he knew one place to find out: the healer.
Damon sprinted through the snowy landscape, his breath visible in the cold air. The path to the healer’s house was familiar, but today it felt longer.
His mind raced with worry for Kyra. She was in an unfamiliar place, vulnerable and in need of help.
He reached the healer’s house, Smoke rose from the chimney, a sign that the healer was home. Damon knocked on the heavy wooden door.
The door creaked open, and old healer looked him in suprise "Damon, what brings you here in such a hurry?" he asked.
"Healer, I need your help. My female... she’s in heat, but she has nothing to use for it. What do I do?" Damon asked, his voice urgent.
The healer raised an eyebrow, understanding dawning on her face. "Ah, I see. Come in, come in," he said, ushering him inside. he moved with practiced ease, gathering supplies from various shelves. "These are sanitary cloths. Make sure she changes them regularly and stays clean. And give her this tea—it’ll help with the pain."
Damon watched closely, committing his instructions to memory. "Thank you," he said, relief flooding through him.