Faye's POV
"Heal them all. Leave the rest to me," Hardy commanded, his voice cutting through the stale air before he disappeared into the shadows beyond the cave entrance.
I didn't waste time questioning his orders. My hands were already moving, reaching through the first set of rusted bars to touch the nearest child's fevered skin.
The healing energy flowed from my fingertips like warm honey, seeping into broken bones and torn flesh. These children responded differently than Hardy's battle-hardened warriors had. Their bodies welcomed my power eagerly, wounds sealing with remarkable speed. Maybe their youth made them more receptive, or perhaps their spirits hadn't been crushed by years of violence.
