The Healer

Naisha stood outside Draven's tent, watching two figures running.

One was Tiara, her face red as fire.

The other?

A mystery figure wrapped in a brown blanket bolted from Draven's tent.

Naisha's eyes narrowed.

She followed the blanket-covered figure, but the moment she caught sight of pointed ears, she froze.

Then she quickly stormed to her original destination.

Inside the tent, Draven was rushing to put on his clothes.

As he did so, he felt something.

A pressure.

A pressure from a presence so strong, it sent a chill down his spine.

He turned around, and to his shock, there stood Naisha.

Her eyes were burning with rage.

Draven let out a nervous chuckle.

"Now, babe, before you say anything..."

Naisha cracked her knuckles. 

"Better to tell me everything. If not, this is the end for you."

Draven gulped.

"This is not what you think, babe."

Naisha's gaze lowered.