here without you
As a medic treated the scrapes on her palms with antiseptics and bandages, Efret looked over his shoulder in the direction she had come moments before. She had no conception of how long she had spent on the ground after Elias...
What did he even do?
Leave her?
Save her?
Both. Another recent irony in her life: collecting a repayment of a favor she had done for him on Bogano.
Regardless of the amount of time she had passed crumpled on the stone before the departed Netherworld rift, someone had come to coax her straight and standing. They, a being whose face she couldn't recall even so shortly after meeting them, had ushered her into a medical tent erected on the outskirts of the courtyard. She had been, was still, too disoriented to try to deny treatment so she submitted to the care of another.
She couldn't see it, what she was trying to look at, at this distance without the help of Nirrah, but knowing it was there was enough: the smears of her blood on the stone, a physical reminder that what had happened hadn't been a bad dream.
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