Swiftcurrent Creek Why can't I get just one kiss

She could feel the warmth in her wounds. Anger bubbled just below the surface- but weakened as she was, and vulnerable, she did not feel capable of delivering justice, not like this. 

Akavir was right to suggest that she see a healer. He mentioned the name of the saline man- a stranger to her, and she scowled. She swallowed hard. And when she spoke, her voice cracked. 

Arlette.

The woman had once been a mother to her; and she remembered, even vaguely, being held, being hugged, and being loved. Oddly enough, she felt herself wanting for such things and it made something heavy sit in her throat. She would have to swallow her pride and let the medicine woman heal her; but if it meant saving whatever amount of vision she might have, it would be worth it. 

Word from Mae? She asked, next.