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coming to a free clinic run by Morgon healers.
    “What’s the injury? No broken bones, I hope.”
    “No. A stomach ailment only, his mother said.”
    “Good,” I said with a heavy sigh. “I’m fatigued from healing this morning’s construction workers.”
    Using Morgon magic to heal always drained the Icewing healer. The greater the injury, the more energy was required and the more tired we’d become. The two Morgon men whose legs were crushed under a fallen pylon needed extensive healing. I was nearly wiped out for the day.
    Carra returned to the cabinet where she was filing charts from this morning’s patients. “You should take the day off tomorrow to rest.”
    “Yes. I probably should.” I glanced at the human child’s chart, noting he was a new patient, but the mother had been into the clinic before. “This one should be quick, though,” I said, entering room three where Daniel Weber sat, clutching at his stomach. His mother straightened when I entered.
    “Hello, Ms. Weber. Good to see you again. How is your hand?”
    “Fine. Much better, thank you. Doesn’t hurt at all.”
    She lifted her hand and showed me the shining, starburst-patterned scar spanning from her knuckles to her wrist where an overturned pot of scalding water had given her a severe burn. After I’d healed her with cold-fire, the pain had vanished, but I’d certainly left my mark.
    “And Daniel, it seems you have some sort of stomach bug?”
    “Yes, ma’am,” he mumbled.
    His face was pale, and his palms were cold when I knelt and took hold of his hands.
    “Okay, Daniel. I want you to look at me and relax,” I said, placing one palm on his belly and the other on his forehead. “I’m just going to see what’s going on with your tummy. You won’t feel a thing.”
    He nodded.
    I closed my eyes and lit that part of me inside that sought out sickness and injury. The cold burn flared in my chest. Trickling like water through my veins, threads of electric energy spread outward through my hands and into Daniel.
    “That’s it. Just one more minute.”
    Energy pulsed along the connection to seek the source of the boy’s illness. Finally, I found it. The resulting reverberation that came back to me tasted of bitterness, which always meant a virus. I opened my eyes and smiled at Mrs. Weber who watched in awe.
    “Well, the good news is it’s only a stomach virus. Nothing too serious.”
    I opened the cabinet behind me and found the medicine that had been shipped from the Icewing clan north of Singing Wind Wood in the Feygreir Mountains. The clan thrived there, still cultivating home remedies of the forest and infusing their healing magic into the medicine. Thankfully, with my father’s influence, they had agreed to ship me medicine each month, such as woundwort paste, an antiseptic, and comfrey juice for joint pain.
    “Here. Drink one spoonful diluted in warm water three times a day until the symptoms stop.”
    “Oh,” said Mrs. Weber, taking the bottle. “You don’t need to…well, you know.”
    “No,” I said with a little laugh. “We can’t heal viruses with cold-fire, I’m afraid. But this medicine comes from my home clan. I can promise you it is the best remedy for this kind of illness.” I opened the door to walk them out. “I’d keep Daniel indoors at least one day more after the symptoms stop. Lots of rest. And keep him hydrated.”
    “Yes. Thank you, Ms. Icewing.”
    As I escorted them to the lobby, I heard Carra talking to someone. I wanted nothing more than to call it a day, but the patients seemed to keep piling up.
    “Here she is now, Mr. Cade.”
    My stomach flipped at the sound of his name. Then it looped a second time when he came into view. While Carra straightened her desk, she glanced nervously at the dapper Demetrius Cade. Standing tall and looking like perfection in a dark navy suit, white starched shirt, and a silver tie, he greeted me with a slight nod, his black locks sliding forward over his