illustration commissioned by lovely @alteregonfiction for their story Winds of Change 2: Blizzard [chapter 1] 🧡💙🤍
"Descendants of the Horned God, eh?" she asked without looking up from her work. She was holding her client's hand between hers, the light of magic sparkling around her fingers as she poured healing power into shredded and only partially healed flesh, fusing and strengthening the nerves, tendons and muscles before allowing the power that had previously kept everything together well enough to give the man some careful use of his hands to dissipate. "Yeah," he said. "Who would have thought?" Under her touch, the angry red scars that crisscrossed the inside of his fingers, his palm and his wrist faded into lines so fine they were barely visible even if one knew to look for them.
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