‘I’ll be damned, Ripha.’ Baba Yaga’s thoughts oozed bitterness. ‘Your tower came up with my same solution.’
‘Yes, but it didn’t think about using the Dread Flames, and I’m sure no other mage could conduct such a delicate procedure with your skill.’ Menadion said in an attempt to appease her friend’s wounded pride.
‘That’s because the Infirmary doesn’t know about the Dread Flames and never scanned a patient struck by them.’ The Red Mother countered. ‘Let’s see what happens if I input Leegaain’s explanation and my observations about Zoreth’s life forces after Elysia treated her.’
A few seconds later, another telepathic chime signaled that a new treatment identical to the one suggested by Baba Yaga had been found.
‘I knew it.’ She grunted.
‘You are still the best Healer I know.’ Menadion replied.
‘That goes without saying.’ The Red Mother grunted. ‘I mean, you couldn’t build a decent cooking device to save your life. There is no way in Mogar that you can build a Healer.’
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