Tears
Silent tears roll down her cheeks as she sits back and examines the work she had done.
His head rests on a crimson cloak. The wound had been completely healed. Medicinal herbs, vials and spell books are splayed about and she could only thank the gods that it wasn't too late when she found him.
How he managed to last so long with such a fatal injury was beyond her. Whatever he'd been hurt with was dipped in poison and that alone should have killed the man. He shouldn't have been able to move. He should have hit the ground the moment he'd been struck.
Never had she seen someone in so much pain. Never had she ever felt so worried for a life she didn't know.
This is the first time she's ever shed tears for someone who isn't a friend.
This is the first time her hands have been stained with someone else's blood.
The man is now in a peaceful slumber. His breathing is at a regular pace. The magic energy he exudes is no longer weak and faint. There is no reason for her to stay...
She knows she should leave… knows full well that her task is far from finished… yet she finds herself unable to move.
She decides to stay by his side until he wakes