He looked up from his sickbed. His saviour worked at a desk, her back to him.

Strands of drying herbs hung from the ceiling around her, and her shoulders moved rhythmically as she worked a mortar and pestle. A thick lizard-like tail twitched nervously behind her, incongruous against her mostly human form.

She half-turned, revealing a
a full mask of polished amethyst. Only her eyes, so dark they were almost black, were visible.

'You're awake.'

(1/3)

behind the mask (2/3) 

behind the mask (3/3) 

This microfiction brought to you courtesy of the prompt 'behind the mask' by one of my lovely patrons!

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