[ Charlie’s eyes flick past the woman to where Myriad stands, and he wonders just how it is a stranger could worry about him like this. Maybe Myriad sees himself in Charlie? It would make sense, considering they’re both escapees from the same system.
But soon enough, his gaze is drawn back to where the healer mends his wound. He can’t quite decide if he likes the sensation or not. ]
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But soon enough, his gaze is drawn back to where the healer mends his wound. He can’t quite decide if he likes the sensation or not. ]
I’ve never seen a healer at work before.