He carefully took out the herbal powder that had been prepared earlier from the medicine pouch and began to bandage her with extremely gentle movements.
Seraphina Caldwell kept her face turned away, not looking at him even once.
Her shoulders trembled slightly, not entirely because of the pain.
But because of the turbulent emotions surging within her.
There was no healing ability like Evan Orwell's.
With just these coarse herbs applied, the burning sensation bored straight into the bone.
Seraphina Caldwell turned pale with pain.
Wyatt Yardley heard her reaction, and his hand shook violently.
He immediately adjusted his breathing, applying even lighter pressure with his fingertips.
The bandaging was finally completed.
He stared at that neat strip of cloth for a moment.
But just as he was about to withdraw his hand, he stopped.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he still reached out, gently rubbing away the tears on her face with the pad of his thumb.
