"I don't know, I found her puking, and then she passed out in my arms," I said worriedly, but I had enough sense to move out of the pixie healer's way.
Careen proceeded to run her hands down Talise's throat, chest, and abdomen. The pixie healer spent a lot of time on the other woman's
stomach, which made a lot of sense considering the condition I'dfound her in. Careen reached into the basketshe carried in with her and pulled out an instrument that looked like one of those old timey ear horns, only made
from a conch shell. Then she listened intently to Talise's heart and lungs and moved down to her belly. She moved the damned ear trumpet around all over her tummy for what seemed like hours, and I was on the verge of screaming my head off when she paused and held her hand up for me to keep my mouth shut.
Careen stayed in that same spot for several minutes while I sat there and lost my ever-loving mind. Soon, though, she looked up at me and
smiled. She actually smiled at me.
