Eleanor sat on the floor, the incense filling the entire room. The healer's convention filled the room, each working on slow acupuncture around Conaan's body. The sun was slowly rising over the horizons, and her tears stood in her eyes, her chest lightly heaving. It has been an excruciating amount of hours, the women working around him.

She gave a small, tired sigh, then stood up as a healer approached her.

"My lady."

She nodded. "How is he?"

"The poison has tainted his bloodstream. We will need to take a sample and try various methods. We do hope it will work."

Eleanor swallowed. "And what if it does not?"

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