“You know, I’ve never seen her eat, all she takes is water.” the woman whispered to her companion as they watched the priestess, zombielike in her dogged efforts to treat the wounded that trickled into the field hospital.
They watched her for a moment before the other woman replied, “I don’t think she sleeps either. Not enough you could tell it anyway.”
A third woman shook her head, tisking, “It ain’t natural I tell you. No one is that dedicated to the Light.”
The first woman gave a bark of laughter, “You haven’t seen his grace, the bishop have you? This one would set that cold heart to pitter patting.”
Finara shook her head, her brow creased with concern, “No. It isn’t natural. She’s like a machine...