Chapter 37 Firelight And Fractures

• The storm hadn’t relented.
• Snow piled thick against the outer hut, muffling sound and swallowing the world outside in an endless hush. The faint echo of wind howled like a distant beast, circling and waiting. But inside, the healer’s hut was alive with motion—muted voices, clinking of bowls, the rustle of blankets, the soft huff of breathing from the injured.
• Xueya stood near the central hearth, gently swirling a pot of infused root broth. The heat reddened her cheeks, but she made no move to step away.