Healing Elina III

The vile little parasites sickened Damonq. He found himself pushing emotion away. He hadn’t remembered how feeling could be both a blessing and a curse. The longer he worked, the more he felt for the child and the more he didn’t want to leave her alone. He had no idea how much time had passed but he was only a third of the way through her heart when light edged along the outside of it.

He wanted to protest as Gary moved through the tiny child. She was barely there, just developing, but the healer had no emotion, no sympathy. He was what Damonq needed to be. Still, even knowing that, even knowing the child had to be vetted to discover whether she was a potential weapon Darkness could use, Damonq wanted to stop the healer from examining the baby. It took a tremendous amount of discipline to stay still and let the man do what he needed to protect the others.

We must return to our bodies and be replenished.

The healer’s light was dim, his voice the same, but there was a single weary note