The healing light still shimmered around Safa's fingertips as Diana, the academy nurse, practically teleported to her side. Before Safa could even fully register what was happening, a strong, surprisingly gentle hand had seized her wrist.
"Inside. Now!" Diana's voice was a low, urgent whisper, laced with an excitement that vibrated through Safa's bones. One moment Safa was surrounded by the murmuring relief of healed students on the sun-drenched grounds, the next she was being whisked through the swinging doors of the Nurse's Room, the scent of antiseptic and something faintly herbal filling her nostrils.
