The grocery bags floating alongside her were rivaled only by the bags under her eyes- long shifts followed by marathon study sessions were taking a toll on her sleep schedule (hardly taking into account the nights of tossing and turning from the stress). If it was easy to become a Healer, then everyone would be doing it, Lily reasoned. She hardly noticed a rogue parcel had whacked into a passerby.Β βSorry about that,β she offered weakly,Β βlong week.β













