Sighing, I sat down, burying my face in my hands while I tried to calm down from the adrenaline rush that suddenly came after I healed the two brothers.
Unlike when I heal wounds and sicknesses, it is very different as compared to healing curses and I just realised that now. For sicknesses and injuries, you feel like something is taken from you, piece by piece, until you are too tired to give out more.
But curses are a whole different story, you just feel slightly more exhilarated, almost like something entered you, like a long lost loved one, not that I would know how that feels like. Perhaps because they originated from the goddess. Something like righteous anger, if it even exists.
"Are you ok?" Altair's hand touched my shoulder gently as I looked up at him.
"Do I look like a mess?" I asked, genuinely curious because I feel like I look like a hag coming out of the woods and this is just the first people too.
