The voice was familiar but I wasn’t completely sure who.

“Ready for a birra, my friend?”

That could only be the Healer. I opened my eyes to see her standing to the side of my cot, hands on hips. She smelled of sage and something bitter. She bent down and rubbed something on my lips. The smell was strong.

“That should help with your cracked lips,” she said, nodding approval to h...