Healing
His newest servant, he would give her a name soon enough for convenience if nothing else, had been in the bathroom for quite awhile. She was a bit emotional earlier and was probably crying herself to the point of exhaustion now. He could not say he particularly cared as long as she was strong when he needed her, but this had gone on far enough.
The bard arose from his seat in the window, and slowly walked across the room to the bathroom. He stood on the verge of seizing the Source, if necessary. As casually as he could, he knocked on the door.
"Is the something the matter, my lady?"
The bard arose from his seat in the window, and slowly walked across the room to the bathroom. He stood on the verge of seizing the Source, if necessary. As casually as he could, he knocked on the door.
"Is the something the matter, my lady?"