Agency

Healing the broken rib was not something Afena was looking forward to. She'd only have to use runes, but the experience was not a pleasant one. With the necessary runes in her hand, she activated them, and felt every single instance of the healing process. The rib getting back into place, moving, being pried by magical forces from the soft tissue of her lung, which was torn further by it. The rib had been working as a plug that stopped more blood from coming out, but now, she had to cough it out while the flesh of her organs meshed and mended together.

Now that she was free of pain and injury, Afena hugged the muzzle of her child, who lay down with her. His warmth was most comforting, and she almost fell asleep.

"You can sleep, mother. I'll keep a watch. There was someone here, before my fight, but they fled. I could not see them, but their smell was godly."