#SwiftFicFriday – Week 57 Winner

#SwiftFicFriday – Week 57 Winner

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Siobhan Muir (@SiobhanMuir)  flew the highest this week and takes her eleventh win!

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“Is that real gratitude I hear?” Kendra tilted her head.

“Yes, ma’am. Real gratitude. No one has ever made such efforts on my behalf before and it’s…I’m grateful.”

She lost some of the stubborn rise in her chin and her expression softened. “You’re welcome. I’m into holistic healing or rather “wholistic” healing. None of the half-ass shit.”

Phinn had never thought about it like that before, but it made sense, and she’d taken his heritage into account. She was effectively a stranger, but she’d made efforts for him anyway. Hell, she’s done more for me than my family ever did.

Speaking of family, the door to the suite opened and two people walked into without a knock. While both were Elvish, one appeared more feminine and the other more masculine, though both had long hair with healer’s braids and matching healer’s robes. Both wore the same ultra-serene expression with a hint of superiority he’d come to expect of the Fae and he watched Kendra’s face slide into her own version of implacability.

“Master Phinnius, how are we doing today?” The more masculine healer’s voice held tones of base and cello in the modulation.

“While I have quite a bit of knowledge of the Fae, I’m unaware of your health, Lord Healer. As for myself, I’m awake and I always count that as an improvement over death.”

Kendra coughed a laugh but as everyone’s gaze slid to her, she faced them with a bland expression without a smile. Phinn did a mental fist-pump and swallowed his own grin as the healer’s gaze returned to him, mild irritation ruining the serenity.

“Yes, well, perhaps we will ascertain just how much of an improvement you’ve made after sustaining subpar care.” The no-so-subtle dig at Kendra’s efforts irritated Phinn more than he expected.

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