Setting: Yrn, Eodea
Summary: Sylvie is a mage-in-training with a knack to work living things, so teaching her how to heal seems obvious.
Warnings: (highlight to read) sickness
Note: "Empathic" was a prompt by Ellen.
Sylvie felt the patient’s clammy skin under her fingers. The healer there to instruct her leaned forward and nodded.
Her palm sank against the patient’s skin, the feelers of her magic sank below it. The rush of blood was familiar by now, but there was an unusual softness—
The whole world shook, jarring Sylvie out of her concentration. Just a cough.
“Don’t worry. We have time.”
Sylvie caught herself wiping her hand on her tunic. She cleared her throat, feeling like her own lungs were filled with phlegm, and tried to breathe deeply.
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