"Will he be alright?" The Village Chieftess asked, her eyes fixed on the Village Chief lying weakly on the mat.
"Don't worry, Chieftess," reassured the woman sitting on the floor by the side. "Miss Greta has already used her gift to heal him from immediate danger. The remaining effects are simply the consequences of the Village Chief using such a dangerous gift in his old age. Once the lingering stress is alleviated, I am confident he will regain consciousness." With swift movements, she pounded the herbs in her mortar and pestle, skillfully grinding them.
"Of course, I know that," Zara muttered to herself. Her question had been nothing more than an impulsive outburst, as it had been a while since she had seen him in such a state. But now, a dull headache started gnawing at her mind as she considered Orion's involvement in this situation.
