ELIA
Elia was about to protest, to tell Aymora that it wasn't her fault, but Aymora plowed on, and Elia didn't want to break her stride now that she'd begun.
"I told you that the wounded were a trickle, a line of men, almost as if they rotated. But always the battles had come in groups and fists—ten males here, twenty there. We did lose some, but only a few—the bears as well. It was as if we spent months learning each other's strengths and approaches.
"For the three months prior to that day, we had kept wise women and healers in a building in shifts to tend to those who came in, and to help those who needed days to heal before they could fight again.
