In Need of Healing

“Stop.” Hawk called weakly to her. Lifting a staying hand. “She may prove useful yet.”

Mary looked over her shoulder at him but didn’t let go of the old woman. Her blue eyes still swirling as if reflecting an infinite pool.

“Besides,” He added. “I need you.”

He waved her over and that was the moment Mary let go.

Dropping Marta to her knees as she rushed back to Hawk.

“What can I do?” She looked at him pitifully. Terror on her face.

“Magus?” I said to the man standing a distance away by the door. He sat in the doorway, his feet resting on the ground outside, looking worriedly at Hawk.

“Yes?” He lifted his head.

I headed for him. “You’re worried about him?”

“Mages can’t usually heal themselves. He certainly can’t.”

“So how can we help him?”

“We need a healer.”

Rebekah. I chewed my cheek. I couldn’t spare any of them.

Not right now. I’m going to need them all to fight wi