“Sorry to have frightened you, child,” she said in a soothing voice, taking a cautious step closer to me. The woman looked me up and down as if she were trying to make up her mind about something. “Saw your friend back on the road,” she said. “There is only one type of herb which will draw the dragon’s poison out of his system.” “Do you know if there is any close by?” I asked desperately, fully willing to admit how little I knew about the poison ravaging Fallon’s body. “I can show you where it grows if you can trust an old fae woman vankaran child.” “Are you a healer?” “Of a sort,” she said. As I studied the elderly woman before me, something deep within my soul told me I could trust her to help and not hurt Fallon. “Where is it?” I asked. She showed me where the weed we needed grew in the clearing, one I had never laid eyes on before, and told me to pick as much of it as I could and bring it back to camp as quickly as possible. When I returned to camp, the old woman was sitting beside Fallon in a squat which seemed incredibly uncomfortable to me but perfectly comfortable to her. Thankfully, Fallon had fallen back to sleep. I wasn’t sure what his reaction would be to having a fae help heal his wounds.
