"I
am Dainzel, a healer among the Alvaine. Lie back. You have been grievously
wounded. Go back to sleep." The Alvaine-maid's voice was like honey,
smooth and sweet.
Sora felt herself drifting off to sleep whether she wished to
or no.
The last thing she remembered were Dainzel's gray eyes smiling at her from the shadows cast by the fire.
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