Remedy

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Her eyes' water as she studies the look of pain on her Prince's features with a heaviness in her heart.

They'd almost lost him.

She almost lost him.

The realization was terrifying.

She wasn't sure she'd ever been so-

So-

Overwhelmed with such turbulent emotions.

That night had been a success in so many ways but-

She closes her eyes.

-the cost nearly broke her.

Nearly broke T.

She wasn't sure she'd ever felt such panic-

Terror.

Harrowing, so disquieting she'd lost it...

She closes her eyes to block out the image of Deez and Gil valiantly protecting him.

Their Pretty Boy.

She swallows the sob threatening to escape.

She should be sleeping.

Uma ordered it.

They needed it.

But-

T had been too restless and she-?

She just couldn't.

Not when she understood the principles.

The theories.

How intensely intent mattered when it came to casting.

How apprentices, using the word lightly, needed to speak them out loud.

She had it.

Had a natural affinity, according to Yensid.

Magic.

Specifically, the healing variety.

She was just missing the practical application-

Or, at least, the conscious kind.

She'd never considered that her affinity with flora, poisonous though it was, stemmed from magic.

Something she'd found ludicrous when Yensid told her she possessed it.

Now though?

She was just grateful at the possibility of its potential.

But-

She bites her lip, would they be upset by her boldness?

She'd never cast before.

She swallows the lump in her throat.

But he was in pain.

The wound too grievous to fully use her ointment.

She closes her eyes when a pained whine leaves him.

She couldn't not try.

She takes a deep breath before she pulls herself to her feet.

Her fists curl at her side.

She could do this.

Would do this.

For her family.

For her Prince.

She just needed to find the right words-

Something she excelled at.

She takes a deep breath before she quietly lowers herself next to Harry. Her touch as light as it was gentle as she places a cupped hand over the bandages.

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