A chime of bells whispered into the silence.
Aesther heavily blinked her eyes open, surprised to find an unexpected person in the room.
The healer poured hot water over the medicinal herbs.
A small vermillion mark was between her brows. Her long lashes were lowered as if watching the steam of her medicines and inhaling his dizzying scent was the most pleasing thing one could ever do.
She was not from Nesmeria, her skin too dark to belong to these lands. Kali was a healer from Sumeru, the senior disciple of the most skilled healer of all heavenly cities.
Aesther watched her with some puzzlement in her gaze, not sure why a strange uneasiness settled in her stomach.
Kali stirred the medicine with a wooden spoon and glanced at Aesther as she said something in an unfamiliar tongue.
Her dark eyes were even more mystifying than Ezrahl's, Aesther was too bewitched to care. She wondered if the healer was also a master of spells.
