Warlight had adapted to a nocturnal schedule in the days after the sickness had seeped into her bones. The daylight, the others, it was all too much when the fever was on her; it was easier to become a creature of the night. And of course, the way her once beautiful pelt had grown patchy and thin was somewhat obscured in the silver midnight light.
She is alone in the northern stretches of her new homeland, the place where the sweet, soft hills grow hard and fierce. It is a place where she can see Nerine on still mornings once the fog has burned off, a place which reminds her of the rugged peaks of Hyaline.
The healer's call finds her as she drifts between sleep and wakefulness, but it is enough to convince her to stand. At first, the bedraggled princess tells herself she is only going to go and see who has called, not to intervene in their affairs, but once is close enough to seethe tendrils of colorful smoke they lure her closer.
Once her mind is made up, Will steps boldly into the healers magic, here blue-black eyes closing as it begins to flow into her skin. She had been missing Raul in more ways than one, but the current of healing energy is enough to sooth away much of her physical pain the way he had before he left.
When her midnight eyes open again they search for those of the healer, and she draws her first clear breath in weeks. "Thank you," she mummers, stepping forward to briefly press her muzzle to that of the other in appreciation.
This was exactly what she needed to use her own magic for another necessary trip.
— soul as sweet as blood red jam —
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