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Antigone cringed at her willingness to embrace him when he was so… filthy. Her arms around his neck were a reminder of her love. He was pulled out of the horrors in his mind and into the present.

The boy buried his nose into the familiar nape of her.

I’m not good enough, Zosime. I don’t know how to make her better.

Damn Meadow! She had been hurt this badly before she had taught him all of her skills. Antigone did not want to feel angry at the woman who lay wounded in the healing den. He wished that his emotions could spark health into her, could heal over the gashes that had bled her body. The boy did not know what to do to get the feeling of that blood off of him.