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"Mmm..." A soft groan escaped rosy lips, and Faith grimaced at the sunlight coming through her closed lids. She raised a hand to block the light, and squinted out from behind it.
She was sitting on the ground, leaning up against something. A building. She was in an alley. She looked to her left and saw an open street. Every now and then a horse or a pedestrian would stroll by, but overall calm. Where was she? She couldn't remember, and her head was still fuzzy.
She looked to her right, and saw a person lying face down. She gasped, and stood immediately.
"Oh no," she whispered. "No, no not again, no!" She stood motionless for a moment, hands clenched over her mouth. She quickly looked back to the street, had anyone seen her?
Faith swallowed, and gathered her resolve. She approached the person slowly and knelt down next to them. It was a man, with short hair and a stubbled face. He was breathing, mercifully. "Praise be to Grace," she whispered in relief. Placing a gentle hand by his jaw, she turned his head enough to see a nasty welt on his forehead. It had begun to bruise.
She pushed up her sleeves and placed both hands on the wound, one over the other. She closed her eyes, and exhaled gently. A soft, yellow light began to glow from beneath her palms. It persisted for as long as she exhaled, a few seconds, and then went out. Opening her eyes, Faith could see that the wound was gone.
The man groaned, and his eyes twitched. Faith stood up quickly and backed away, she mustn't be here when he woke up.
She was sitting on the ground, leaning up against something. A building. She was in an alley. She looked to her left and saw an open street. Every now and then a horse or a pedestrian would stroll by, but overall calm. Where was she? She couldn't remember, and her head was still fuzzy.
She looked to her right, and saw a person lying face down. She gasped, and stood immediately.
"Oh no," she whispered. "No, no not again, no!" She stood motionless for a moment, hands clenched over her mouth. She quickly looked back to the street, had anyone seen her?
Faith swallowed, and gathered her resolve. She approached the person slowly and knelt down next to them. It was a man, with short hair and a stubbled face. He was breathing, mercifully. "Praise be to Grace," she whispered in relief. Placing a gentle hand by his jaw, she turned his head enough to see a nasty welt on his forehead. It had begun to bruise.
She pushed up her sleeves and placed both hands on the wound, one over the other. She closed her eyes, and exhaled gently. A soft, yellow light began to glow from beneath her palms. It persisted for as long as she exhaled, a few seconds, and then went out. Opening her eyes, Faith could see that the wound was gone.
The man groaned, and his eyes twitched. Faith stood up quickly and backed away, she mustn't be here when he woke up.