Graeme approached August from behind when he saw the same warm, healing glow begin that she had created when she healed Greta in the dungeon. But Neoma wasn't sick, she wasn't poisoned, she wasn't struggling to get well. She was gone. She had no heartbeat. Her soul had left her body.
"August…" he said in that soft deep voice of his, trying to draw her attention.
He didn't want to dissuade her from trying to heal Neoma if she truly believed she could do it, but something like that had never been done by her before—or anyone for that matter. What if it ended up harming her? What if it took too much of her own energy and health to try for something that was just not possible?
