Fairspell Meadow four letter word for the feeling you were born into

She had noticed Jakoul's absence but didn't think much of it. Maegi just assumed the Morta was out scouting. But when the wearied call floated across the border, the fur along her spine bristled; there was something in it that she hadn't heard before from her co-leader. She hastened her pace, going as quickly as she could given her own handicaps, and drew in a shocked breath at the sight of the woman on the ground.

Jakoul, Maegi gasped, rushing forward, lowering herself to her friend. She noted the ragged, dissheveled state of the Morta, eyes darting over her frame, looking for any external injuries. What happened? Where do you hurt?

Or perhaps the wounds were internal, not only subdermal but within the soul. Those were more difficult to heal; perhaps impossible, as far as Maegi was concerned. Her heart hammered, face drawn with the utmost worry as she waited for a response, if it would come.