Ciana led us to a woman that was in distress. I could tell from the material of clothes and jewelry that she came from a wealthy background.
She was clutching her stomach and I could feel that something was wrong. I could sense it straight through my bones. It was some kind of dark magic. That's why I could feel it so strongly.
“Soren, we need to get her inside. She’s been cursed or something,” I said quickly.
Soren scooped the woman into his strong arms and moved her into our vacation home.
He got her settled on a bed and left the young lady to my care. It took a couple of hours to fully examine her and the extent of her injuries and clean up her wounds.
Ciana stood by and watched, which was another good lesson for her.
“Mom, what’s this?” Ciana found a backpack the woman had been carrying and was going through her belongings. It was the only way to learn more about her since she’d passed out when Soren picked her up.