Strelitzia sat by James' side as closely as she could without getting in the healer's way. The inside was dim, lit only by lanterns that cast a glow throughout the space. James saved her once again and earned himself yet another scar.
She was grateful that someone else cared for her life so deeply but it would never ease the guilt that he felt the need to sacrifice himself to do so. If only she was less useless. Though she knew if he could see her face, he would be more upset that she had those thoughts at all.
She pulled off her gloves and gathered his blonde hair to shift it over his shoulder, away from the blood. "Thank you for saving me."
"Help me move him onto his back." The old woman with the hunched back asked. She stood at a messy table with dried herbs and plants.
"Yes ma'am." Her arms slid beneath James' and she used all of her strength to heave him onto the worn bed. "Thank you so much for helping us out in a pinch."
