Another Emergency

[Morven]

Exhaustion mired her own smile into something sedate. She'd settled down hard on the chair, faintly surprised at how much energy had been sucked out at the healing - though the rush of triumph she felt at having made a tangible difference elevated her somewhat. That and fact she didn't want Mr. Parker to realise how much it had taken out of her urged her back to her feet.

"I would advise against it,"
she said plainly. But she also understood the need to grasp choice. If things went poorly with Marcil, he might be living his last weeks. Morven had felt death's breath herself and she wouldn't wish anyone to face it alone. "At least wait until your friend gets here."