Chapter 131: Priest's Blessing
The three of them moved through the quieter streets, the bustle of the market fading into the hum of wagons and distant chatter. The afternoon light slanted low, gilding the cobblestones.
Ethan's voice broke the silence, calm but cutting. "You're a healer, right?"
Sylvie stiffened. Her lips parted soundlessly before she managed a whisper. "Y-yes, Master."
"And how good can you heal?"
The question struck her like a thunderclap. Her chest tightened, her steps faltered. It was the one thing she dreaded being asked.
"I-I'm… not a good healer," she stammered, clutching at the hem of her worn dress. "I cannot heal much…"
Ethan's eyes narrowed. "How much, exactly?"
"S-small cuts," she admitted, her voice trembling. "And at most… three, maybe five big wounds. Then I…" Her throat closed around the last words. "Then I faint."
