Aranti set her empty cup on the table. She had known, the medicine was not supposed to ease the pain, but to help the bones grow back together. Her arms dragged across the wooden edge, causing her to flinch. She pulled back one her black sleeves, revealing her arm to be bandaged up to the elbow.
She tore at the edges, exposing slits in near her wrist. She put a slightly glowing finger to it and the pain subsided. Which reminded her that she had not done such a thing for Benia.
"But there is another of my kind up there, she will tend to that." Aranti said with a grin. She brushed her hair back revealing her pointed ears. She leaned back and put her hands behind her head.
"Can I get you anything?" Aranti opened an eye. Yet another maid stood before the elven Ranger.
"I'm fine thankyou," she answered almost whispering. She once again closed her eyes. A mixed looked of both sadness and thoughtfulness crossed her features.
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Beauty slept,and angels wept
for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose
to claim her for their very own.
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