Aiden spent the rest of the day soaking in the salt pool down the corridor from his room. It was there, Ashala told him, they had treated him for his injuries. The salt in the water made it impossible to cure for drinking, but a mineral in it had almost miraculous healing properties. The constantly circulating water carried off the chunks of peeling skin on his arms, face and neck, rinsing them away, leaving the water as fresh as it had been before he got in.
He managed to work loose all of the scabbed bits and submerged himself for as long as he could take, surfacing only to float under with just his nose above the water so he could breathe. The mineral spring felt amazing and within a short time he felt like he was his old self again.
All that remained to heal was his guilty conscience
