The Brave Human Mate

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Healer Rhea's POV

Lillian truly did not know how Rhea had done it, but she completely managed to surpass all healing expectations except the fact that her wound was declared as being immortal. The rating could be so much as a curse in the sorts, even with Rhea feeling the small effects prior to the ultimate sacrifice.
Rhea had agreed that she needed at least three days before ever attempting to get up. But the Healer hardly had a few sips of her daily brew before catching the males attempting to help Rhea with her first few steps with her new device.

"I feel like a damn elder." She huffed, her fist nearly turning white if it could from the tightened scarred tissue. Which was another spot of torture as is. "Hm, maybe a leather glove will help you get a better grip." Gilroy offered softly, hoping that it wasn't too far-fetched to manage.

"Yeah, it'll make things easier." Dane agreed while Rolf had eyed Hawes, knowing full well that the male wanted to speak and put in his input, and after a while, translating his cues was like second nature.

"Hawes did some fine leather crafts back in the day, didn't you?" Rolf redirected, and Hawes turned his attention elsewhere before looking down at his torn shoes.

The male was trying not to blush at Rhea's attention, as he—Like the rest of them—wasn't used to the affection and appreciation. "That's a fair trade in the pack, if that's what you're still interested in, Hawes." She said with a rightful smile coming into play, which caused her to take the next given steps towards the muted male.

Of course that meant that both Dane and Gilroy followed just at her sides, but she reached him just fine and placed her hand on his shoulder. Though it turned into more of a grip with the way her face twisted in pain, alerting his concern more than his growing embarrassment.

"Is it true, Hawes?" He nodded, opening his mouth but then fell a bit shy. "Can't work with you if we can't try, remember?" The sigh came from his nose as he tried again, though it was a bit rusted at first.

"ike..m-ak-ing." The caress of his cheek was enough of a reward for Hawes as he ducted away. "I have a favor with the craftsmen, perhaps he'll have a place in his shop for you to get back into the grove, then you'll be his competition." She winked, all before turning back to the entry of the tent itself.

"You're sure this is the best plan?" Dane questioned, but as Rhea turned to look at him, clear conviction toning her features, he took a step back and decided that she would know best.

"Could you get Lillian, she'll—"

"Help? Well, when have you taken my advice in the last few days?" The witch hissed upon coming into view. And Rhea smiled in pure delight in getting just the right amount of fury.
"I did stay in bed the recommended amount, and haven't excreted any energy. I feel well rested."

"Yes, but that was before you have two nexus' running through your soul. You never bothered with the first and now it's detrimental to keep up your strength in case they do spark something." The urge to roll her eyes had never been heavier to hold, but realistically, Rhea had enough time to immortalize whatever her former mentor had left her, in addition to Blair's sacrifice.

It had been a rather heartbreaking reality to hear that she was saved by the kindness of the dying witch, but in Lillian's words—It was the rule of survival.

"Well, how about this, I'll drink as much of that concoction of yours right when I'm finished. Sound good?" Her plan was as good as done as she caught Lillian's perk of her lips, though Osmin's approach of popping out of the private corner with barely a set of trousers covering his lower half, he chuckled.