She is propped up by her elbows, her rosy cheeks held within her palms. She also has something like a smile on her face. A distant cousin of amusement, if you will. All at once, she has the wisdom of a woman and the vague innocence of someone much younger, of someone who has seen too much horror. And perhaps that is what makes her a wonder: her ability to be so many things. Except a healer.
By the gods, she wishes she was that.
❛ Have you ever healed someone with a wound from a sword? ❜ Curiosity defines the question, as it so often does. She has taken life before. With her sword, with her lasso, with her hands. She wonders, would it scare him to see her like that? As a warrior?
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