He laced their fingers together as they lapsed into a silence as empty as the future. “You could—become a healer,” she finally said, straining to feel the sensation of his hand against hers. A smile ghosted at the corner of his mouth. “I hadn’t considered that.” “You should. You have a talent for it—although your bedside manner is terrible.” “It would be something to balance out that death toll of mine,” he said, not looking at her.
