Mira's POV
Isla arrives before sunrise.
Kael left hours ago to make arrangements and Mira is alone when the healer slips through the door carrying bandages and something that smells like medicine. She does not speak right away. Just sets down her supplies and examines Mira's burned hands with gentle fingers.
"These are bad," Isla says quietly. "They will scar."
Mira does not answer. Scars seem like the least of her problems now.
Isla finishes wrapping the burns carefully and sits on the edge of the bed. She is beautiful in an understated way. Auburn hair. Gentle gray eyes. The kind of person who makes you feel safe just by being in the room.
