Capítulo 33: Chapter 33: Devil's Breath

Mercy Hall

Mercy grabs the bowl and the half-full gourd. Head bowed, she makes her way to Ambrose, who's still tied to the tree. From the corner of her vision, she watches Naan serve stew from the pot.

"I saw you fall, are you okay?" His gaze travels the length of her frame.

She nods then kneels.

"Don't speak to him, Torch," shouts Helios.

"It's okay, you don't have to say anything." Ambrose's chocolate irises are almost her undoing. "You made a friend."

She nods again and sets the water and stew on the ground.

Meelo climbs down from her shoulder to curl next to his leg.

With a tender touch, she removes the fabric from his bicep. The wounds are still red, but, at least, they aren't hot to the touch. They look better today than they did yesterday or the day before.

She grabs a clean bandage and rewraps his arm. Once done, she continues to kneel next to him.