It hadn't occurred to her that the act of healing could hurt, but there it was - her collarbone snapping back into place, ligaments drawing tight together, the infection in her lungs burning away. She could feel the fresh skin rising from under the burnt mess of her cheeks.
Panting, weak, she curled into a foetal position on her knees.
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Panting, weak, she curled into a foetal position on her knees.