“What was it about her blood that so unsettled you, Lazarus?” My grandfather’s voice springs me out of my mind’s ramblings. The healer’s gaze roams over me one last time before rising to Justus. “I thought I smelled turmeric and wondered why in Luce she’d treat an open wound with a blood thinner.” “Probably Ceres’s doing. She so loves concocting natural remedies.”
