Maybe, maybe something else,perhaps worse, all Meg knew was that she had the skill to ensure her own painful retribution on the old wizard. She might not blow up the man, or involve such pyrotechnics that Nairn had inflicted on her home, but her fury would be felt.
When Bertie had been around he wouldn’t have dared go to this length in punishing a member, especially a child still learning. They weren’t the Crows, he’d said. Catching Nairn’s look as she removed the child's slashed and bloodied shirt, Megara nodded silently, mustering a bright smile to offset the awfulness, the hook of a cat’s tail snagging on the fabric. It caused the poor lass to whimper, Meg’s arm instantly wrapping around her waist to bring her close, whispering a few words of comfort.
Don't worry, Nairn'll prob have a sweetie for you too.
Meg only broke away to retrieve a potion, instructing the girl to drink it all and immediately to abate the pain and begin the healing.
Ok, you lay down on your tummy, Edna, and in a few minutes you’re not gonna hurt anymore.Rolling up her sleeves, she took out a small container and a pair of tweezers, first making certain the lone cat tail was indeed the only foreign body attached to the girl's wounds before a calming balm of magic spread from her palms.
One remained hovering over the worst of the lashing, while the other trailed a repeating path, shrinking the marred lines until they faded, skin returning to its natural hue.
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