Never frowned.“What kind of boost?”
Tam-or smiled.“We can try a few things.”
She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously.“Quiet you.”
“Sorry, I am a speaker, after all.It’s in the title.”
Emily chuckled.“Call me if you want to get started on the bodysuit Tam-or designed.You are going to be able to channel magic out of your navel if you want by the time I am done.”
“Weird art goals.”
Emily laughed.“Orcs get inked.Well, you and goblins.Your skin takes it well, and if Tam-or hadn’t warned me about you bleeding silver, I would have crapped myself.”
“Oh, am I still doing that?”She shrugged.“Silly me.”
Emily chuckled.“Well, your marks will glow silver when you activate them, but you will be able to pull what you need from the people you are pledged to.”
“She will need the marks of a shaman on her forehead.”Tam-or stroked her hairline.
“She has what she needs to get out of hospital.I gave you my address.Call me, and I will continue turning her into the shaman she was always meant to be.”Emily stood and picked up her kit, grinning as she left.“See you soon.”
They smiled, and a nurse came in, and then a doctor checked her out when she came back as normal as an orc, with her hand being held by her fixated male.So, her pulse was a little fast, and her colour was high.
The doctor was a troll, and he grinned.“So, our new shaman is a female.Excellent.It’s a pity you couldn’t have fallen for one of us.We are much more stable than flighty orcs.”
She chuckled while Tam-or sighed.“Can you sign her out of here?”
The doctor chuckled.“Of course.She needs to get a checkup in about a week to make sure that all traces of this effect are gone.”
Never eased herself to sitting.“Right.Great.Love a task list.”She looked at her hospital gown and sighed.“What are the odds of my leathers surviving?”
Elida chuckled.“They are being repaired.Your sister has brought a change of clothes.”
“Of course she has.Where is it?”
A bag was brought up from the floor at the base of the bed.She laughed and reached for the bag.The power coursing through her made her dizzy, and she tipped, but Tam-or caught her.“Power drunk?”
“Little bit.What did she send me?”
He grinned and pulled out leather and more leather.“She managed to get some shaman gear.I didn’t know we had a store for that in town.Oh.A note.”
He handed it to her.She read it silently and smiled.“They are from Matthias.He had this made for me when I came back in town during my thirties.He knew I would manage this eventually.”
She reached for the back tie, but it was open.Right, the tattoo.She slid the gown down, and when her arms were free, she pinned it to her while she figured out the top.It was a daring cut, lots of cleavage, and the upper expanse of her breasts was showing.The closure in the back was a simple tie, but the tattoos were exposed.
Elida smiled.“I will leave you to it.He’s going to have to help you balance.”
Elida walked out of the room, and Never grabbed the skirt, eased off the bed, and Tam-or kept hold of her.
They got her skirt on, and he knelt to put on her soft leather boots.He grabbed the bag of personal effects and offered his arm.Never nodded and took his arm, letting him support her on the way out, as speakers were supposed to support their shamans.Well, slightly differently.
They stopped in and looked at the terribly thin Aida.She was asleep, and Coriven was next to her, holding her hand.Never asked softly, “How is she?”
The unicorn looked at her and smiled slightly.“Genuine rest.In the eight hours since you collapsed, she managed to eat a little.Twice.I can feel her getting stronger, but it will take a while.”
Never asked, “Do you need anything?”
“I am good.Elida said she and the girls will return with a change of clothing for me and bring me back to their place once I am ejected from this place.She’s also footing the bill.”
