The Brave Human Mate

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Healer Rhea's POV

There wasn't a particular sense that Rhea had focused on at first, they all managed to slowly increase as the sun rose and set as it had for the past several days. The voices were the most interesting in her settled purgatory, they were mumbled in the best of ways, where only one or two words had managed to filter out and become recognizable—Though there was no understanding to the entire conversation, not when they filtered at such an odd rate.

Even now, she could hear a voice, but peeking an eye open proved to be useless. Her mind replaying the last set of visitors to her side of the tent—And the only reason she had any consolidation as to where she is, was the signature scent of the tent wafting into her nose had turned into a massive comfort.

For once, Rhea was allowed to relax into the soft bed and allow whatever chaos surrounding her to just happen. The acceptance of death was much easier than she thought, having seen Dreven's final breaths made it easy to swallow—But what didn't, was the pain admitting into her heart and soul as she turned up from her bunk with a gasp, followed by a shout of pain as she held her side in pure agony.

"I told you! Didn't I tell you, Osmin? This is exactly why I didn't—"

"Help now, rant later...Rhea? Can you hear me?" Rhea wasn't sure if her body was managing the fetal position correctly, and if it was doing anything to help lessen the pain. But allowing herself the small gift of looking to those she might as well consider friends caused her to smile.

"She can hear just fine, it's everything else I'm worried about. Her soul already has one witch's blessing, two is just—Goddess, I don't even know where to start!" Lillian't words only caused Rhea to frown in confusion as she gritted her teeth once more.

"Poison?"
"I didn't think Wolfsbane could harm a witch...In copious amounts of dust and coated with a pic—It can do damage." After being uncoiled from her position, Rhea's crossed eyes managed to focus on the ceiling above her. Smiling once more that she could start separating her actions and thoughts now.

"I died."

"You did."

"Why didn't you let me die?" Rhea gasped, tears building up at the corner before streaming down the crook of her neck as she looked so desperate to go back to where she once was.

It was so calm.
So peaceful.

Now the pains and aches were becoming so overwhelming that she eyed Osmin's belt, lined entirely with weapons of all sorts. Perhaps she could—

"You did it, you killed the King." Her eyes flickered lazily back towards Lillian, though they already started to sink back into the realm of her subconscious. "Os, get me the blue bottle, it's best to let her sleep through the pain." Rhea chuckled and gestured to the burns on the better half of her body.

Which was now more than visible considering she was down to her underdress and nothing more. "I've suffered worse." She claimed, though a cough settled her out just as another figure came through the tent.

"She has risen!" A shout proclaimed, and as if all at once, the cheers had started to filter through the thin walls. But to Rhea, it sounded as if it was a tidal wave ready to hit her. Making her flinch and turn in every direction, waiting for another attack.

"Keep your voice down, there can be internal damages that I didn't account for." Lillian hissed and Rhea sighed into her hand. "It's fine...And I haven't made it to my feet yet, Rolf." The mere words addressing him had given him enough of an acceptance in passing the witch and coming down to greet Rhea properly.