Reheva

Fell regarded the beakers before him with some frustration and, frankly, also exhaustion. He’d been at it all night long, trying combination after combination. In hopes of finding a cure for the new illness that had befallen the bep population. He stubbornly ignored how his eyes threatened to close from lack of sleep. Fell was a healer. He had learned hoof-on from his life in the wild, where he treated his former herd members, cured their sicknesses, set bones as much as possible and...