REBEKAH got fixated dressing the horrible wound at the back of Vaelora's arm. It didn't look normal, and she couldn't help but frown. Why did the wound look like it was... rotting? "What is it?" Amaren asked from the other end of the room, where she sat on a couch. She had noticed Rebekah's frown, even though the lady was trying to conceal her worry, in order to not get her friend scared. "It's..." Rebekah released an awkward chuckle. "It's nothing." It wasn't as though she didn't plan on letting the woman know later on, she just didn't want to say it now. Vaelora half-mindedly looked up at Rebekah, shooting her a questioning look. She hadn't done as much as talk that day, but at least, she wasn't shivering and hugging her knees. At least, she had eaten too. "You're just fine." Rebekah nodded, forcing a smile. But Vaelora wasn't buying the sorry act. Immediately, Amaren stood up and made her way to them, her ey
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