Zinnia's dark eyes darted back and forth between the two healers, not entirely sure what to think initially. She wasn't entirely sure how she felt about the two of them talking quietly so she couldn't exactly hear what was being said. Shouldn't they have been talking to her about what needed to be done?

But then the female healer, Natalie, was addressing her. She nodded in response. It helped to quell the anxiety some when she mentioned knowing her sister. She assumed she probably knew Amaryllis mostly since they were both healers. They looked to be about the same age anyways. Not that she was really a good judge of age by appearance.

She eyed the slimy potion that was handed to her. Crinkling up her nose, she down it as quickly as she could but gagged on it somewhat. "My wrist," she managed to say after a few minutes of trying to be rid of the slimy taste in her mouth and throat, "Will it be okay? I'm an artist. If I can't keep painting.." She trailed off with that thought, not wanting to even think about it.

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