An older woman hurried over - well, as fast as she could hurry, anyway. "I can help. Hold still, dearie," she said. She laid her hand over Melita's that was pressing the fabric to her neck, and closed her eyes.
A warm relief swam into the younger woman's veins, like coming out of chilly water and laying in the sunshine, with steady, solid earth beneath her, supporting her, stabilizing her.
The old woman addressed Quanil. "She'll need to rest. Make sure she has a hearty dinner tonight, good protein, maybe some red wine. She'll be okay. She might want to take it easy for the next couple of days though. I can't magic up blood to replace what was lost, unfortunately."
A warm relief swam into the younger woman's veins, like coming out of chilly water and laying in the sunshine, with steady, solid earth beneath her, supporting her, stabilizing her.
The old woman addressed Quanil. "She'll need to rest. Make sure she has a hearty dinner tonight, good protein, maybe some red wine. She'll be okay. She might want to take it easy for the next couple of days though. I can't magic up blood to replace what was lost, unfortunately."
