Lucia was in so much pain, she couldn't even feel the separate agonies. Her whole body was one giant ball of misery. She lay face down on a mat on the floor, too exhausted to cry, too afraid to sleep, too wrung out to do more than lie there and drift in and out.
She could hear Rene's ragged breaths nearby, a cough that would turn deadly if it wasn't treated soon.
The door opened, and the healer came in to treat her back and lower body with fresh snow, murmuring in broken Hibernian, but Lucia did not have the energy to make sense of the words. Finally the man drifted away to cluck and mutter over Rene. Lucia was fairly certain she heard something about fingers.
Something had happened earlier, hadn't it? They'd broken one of Rene's hands, or part of it, or something.
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