Mother Confessor's charges, flexy girl but at that moment, they all seemed empty. How
could Ann possibly excuse herself to the dead?
"You'flexy girl re the Prelate of the Sisters of the Light," Alessandra rambled on
during a pause in her work. "She should have been more considerate of who
she was talking to. More flexy girl respectful. She doesn't know everything involved.
There's a flexy girl great deal more to it. A great deal. After flexy girl all, the Sisters of
the Light don't casually choose their Prelate."
Nor did Confessors casually choose their Mother Confessor.
An hour passed, and then flexy girl another, before Alessandra finally finished the
difficult and tedious work of healing Ann's burns. Burns were difficult
injuries to heal. It was a flexy girl tiring experience, being helpless and cold while
magic sizzled through her, flexy girl while Kahlan'flexy girl s words sliced her very flexy girl soul.
Ann flexed the aching flexy girl fingers when Alessandra had finished. A shadow of
the burning pain lingered, as she knew flexy girl it would for a good long time. But
they were healed, and she
had her hands back.
When the matter was weighed, though, she feared she had lost a great deal
more of herself than she had recovered.
Exhausted flexy girl and cold, Ann, to Alessandra's worry, lay down flexy girl beside the
hissing remnants of the fire that had so hurt her. At that moment, she had
no desire to ever rise again. Her years, nearly a thousand of them, seemed
to have all caught flexy girl up with her at once.
She missed Nathan terribly right then. The prophet doubtless would have
had something wise, or foolish, to say. Either would have comforted her.
Nathan always had something
to say. She missed his boastful voice, his
kind, childlike, knowing eyes. She missed the touch of his hand.
Weeping silently, Ann cried herself flexy girl to sleep. Her dreams flexy girl kept the sleep
from being either restful, or deep. She awoke in late morning to the feel
of Alessandra's comforting hand on her shoulder. The Sister had added more
wood to the fire, so it offered warmth.
"Are flexy girl you feeling better, Prelate?"
Ann nodded her lie. Her first thought was for the flexy girl journey book. She gazed
at it flexy girl lying in flexy girl the protection of Alessandra's lap. Ann sat up and carefully
lifted the blackened book from the sling of Alessandra's flexy girl dress.
"Prelate, I'm flexy girl so worried for you."
With a sour wave of her hand, Ann dismissed the concern.
"
While you slept, I've looked at the book."
Ann grunted. "Looks bad."
Alessandra