slowly, her hands open and fall from her damaged throat. an element of her can acknowledge, at a distance, the reasoning behind Nessa's suggestion. there are people here who would delight in making her life an even bigger hell if they found out about the collar—and a thousand times that if they found out while she was evidently trying to hide it. ]
There has to be—to be someone. Cleric, or something.
[ wizards don't get healing spells, either. not even scribes do. ]
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slowly, her hands open and fall from her damaged throat. an element of her can acknowledge, at a distance, the reasoning behind Nessa's suggestion. there are people here who would delight in making her life an even bigger hell if they found out about the collar—and a thousand times that if they found out while she was evidently trying to hide it. ]
There has to be—to be someone. Cleric, or something.
[ wizards don't get healing spells, either. not even scribes do. ]