Yeira’s head rolled from side to side and she bit down on the groan of pain. Her limbs were stretched wide, tethered to the hard surface she reclined upon. The tethers didn’t chafe or rub, but they held her firm just the same. The heat rose up her torso, bathed her raw throat, and halted over her face, its healing needles pinching in a thousand spots as they strove to rebuild shattered bones and bleeding fissures. A tuneless hum accompanied the healing energy. Yeira had heard the sound enough times to recognize its creator. She smiled and pain tore at her dry lips. “Take care not to rip apart my handiwork, girl.” Yeira forced herself to remain absolutely still while the Healer did his work. An hour later he finally untethered her and stepped away. The gnome moved across the room, his big, flat feet slapping against the floor. Yeira slowly stretched her arms and legs, then arched her back. But for a residual stiffness, she felt as good as new. She forced her eyelids open, squinting against a blinding sun flooding the small space.
