Enikil's POV
When I heard Aya's agonized cry in another dimension, I rushed to her side immediately. Seeing her against a corner in the hut unconscious, made me fear the worst. Quickly, I bent down and picked her up, taking her to her bedroom behind a sliding door.
As I checked her body for wounds, I looked around and wrinkled my nose with distaste. Why would she want to come here? The development of living was sorely lacking here. She deserved to be in a palace of sorts. Not a place like this?
Looking up I could see that she was using her private home as a place to practice her healing arts with herbs, roots, and such. The herbs drying over head were dried and then usually used in poultices. In the far right corner she had torn pieces of material to be used as bandaging and herbal packs. She was so good at all of this.
