Lion Head Mesa makes me see what i want to see

Sleep caught her ear. P-poppies? she stammered out, grasping onto that thin sliver of hope. Poppies would make it better. They always did.

If this healer was worth her salt, she'd have a store.

God, she felt so weak. She was afraid to give way to the exhaustion, lest the demons take her within dreams. Maegi forced her eyelids open, mismatched orbs staring wide, fixed upon a point just shy of Tavina's slim frame.

Please, she breathed, and sucked in her cheek in anticipation.