The healer's hands glowed with a deep green light, bathing Rowan's mangled arm in its glow.
"Hold him steady!" the woman barked. Her voice was calm, her years of battlefield experience hidden behind the exhausted lines under her eyes.
Wade pressed down on Rowan's shoulders as instructed. His friend's face was pale, sweat beading across his brow, so weak he could do no more than groan.
The bandages wrapped around his arm were soaked through with blood, sitting dark and sticky.
The healer muttered something under her breath, trying to rebuild the arm.
The glow deepened, green fading into gold as she focused on the stump where Rowan's left hand had been.
"Will he live?" Wade asked, his voice hoarse.
The healer didn't look up. "If I can stop the bleeding, yes. But the arm," she hissed through her teeth as another pulse of light coursed from her palm, "will take more time than I have right now."
