"This will be a bit cold." The healer whispers to me whilst she smears a clear blue gel over my abdomen. Her hands are rough skin torn apart by a healer's work. I flinch slightly as the freezing gel is smoothed upon my flesh. Looking at the watch she keeps the time in check waiting for my body to absorb it. Elriam stands behind, her fingers twitching uncontrollably. It happens whenever she is nervous or concerned. Her eyes are calm but her body gives her away. I can see the silhouette of Ragon behind the curtain. He waits patiently but the tension burning through the room cannot be avoided. "All right I am going to feel you now." The healer says as her palms are laid flat over my uterus and she begins a slow massage giving little pressure. Highly experienced with this she does it with her eyes closed, eyebrows meeting in a frown, attention completely upon her hands.