Aeric looked at this healer with intense curiosity, eyes narrowed, brows furrowed. Why did she look familiar? It wasn't a kind of familiarity like someone he meant a few weeks ago, but like a faint piece of memory that didn't at all feel real.
Nevertheless, he couldn't shake the feeling away. He recognized her... somehow. Looking at her now, the best way he could describe her was a gaunt woman with a thin waist, small breasts and a mighty plum ass.
All these were visible, even with the healer uniform she had on. The fabric of the robes glued tight to her skin as she walked to the side of the bed and placed the basin of healing water.
Her eyes caught Aeric's and she removed them with a look that he certainly recognised. One he was already too familiar with in this place — a look of disdain. This woman hated him.
Now, Aeric was almost sure that he had met her before.
