He was thorough, almost too thorough. After placing his hands over the area where the feral dog bit me and using magic to heal the wound, washing out any infections from the bite, he gave me a canister filled with refreshing water. “I’m impressed,” the djinn healer said. “Most humans show more fragility than this. Despite what you’ve been through, you're remarkably healthy and well…a bit dehydrated, but other than that, you will be fine in no time.” “I told you she was part djinn,” Rowan said beside me. “Yes, yes,” he said, almost absentmindedly. “So you say.” He peered into my ears. “But her sturdy build, though one wouldn’t guess it by looking at her delicate features, are not simply explained by the fact that she’s part djinn.” Rowan grinned at me. “Yes, well I guess she is a rather special specimen.” Again, he appraised me with his eyes. If I wasn’t so into his brother Torrid, I would have felt a flush go up my neck to cover my face.
