Chapter 316: Art
Anna’s satisfaction from helping the tanner’s girl only lasted a moment longer than the rush of magic that the Mesh sent her way. It had rewarded her quite well for the healing — more than some of the work she’d done in dungeons. She knew why. Purging the rot had been difficult. Straightforward, but difficult.
She would have liked nothing more than to trudge back into the Devil’s Den and flop down on her bed, sleeping until her energy returned.
Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be an option.
Even after the tanner had led his girl away, relief stamped into his features, the rest of the crowd that had been waiting for healing from Arwin all turned their attention straight to her. They weren’t going to want to go anywhere easily. Not after that display.
And as tired as Anna was, she couldn’t bring herself to wave them off. She still had some power left. Not enough to deal with a second wound as severe as the girl’s, but enough to deal with a few smaller problems.
The next man in line swallowed nervously as he stepped up to Anna. She didn’t even need to ask him what was wrong. His arm was poorly bound with white cloth and he clutched it gingerly to his chest, doing his best not to let any part of it move.
“You broke your arm,” Anna said.
“I was hoping—”
“Is it rotted?”