Night passed as a dream, and the trio saw another sunrise safely.
"We need to get this off her so we can properly heal and treat her." Jasmin and Ivy both kneeled side by side the still unconscious heir.
Tiffaney looked like she was peaceful, no expression just common sleep. Her arm was looked like a poor mummy and her chest still had the bandages but otherwise she fitted the part of a bulky body builder. Faint traces of blood had seeped through the cloths, and as a whole she was still in danger.
Ivy felt strange as she stared. In the time they had been together, the quiet unreserved strength flowed out of her. The girl was cute and tiny, an adorable sylph or nymph, trapped in a solid wall of enduring granite. Her heart would always ache for the girl, though it had been along time since Ivy couldn't restrain her sorrow and bawl all over the child.
