Their robes were pale, without the silver she remembered. Their bodies were not covered with sigils either. It only took Lucrezia a moment to realize that the healers didn't have those markings.
Both bowed respectfully.
"Lady Anastasia," the older healer greeted her. "It is a pleasure to see you out of bed."
Despite the calmness in her tone, it didn't sound entirely genuine to the woman before her. Lucrezia could tell her presence didn't settle well with them, but she ignored it.
Lucrezia offered a polite smile. "I am feeling better."
"So we have been told," She said. "Nevertheless, we must be certain your recovery is proceeding as it should."
She nodded. "Of course."
The older woman set her case on the table and began arranging her instruments. The younger healer remained near the door, waiting for instructions.
"Have you experienced any fever since our last visit, my lady?" the woman asked.
"No."
"Any dizziness? Weakness? Difficulty breathing?"
"No."
"And your sleep?"
