“Your ... title confuses me. What exactly is a Cure, as opposed to a Healer?”“I can cure anything, even things a Healer cannot. However, there a...en’t many Cures so we need Healers as well.”“Anything?”“Yes.”“I have not heard of such a thing.”“I suspect that’s because the Hegemony is insular in nature, always looking inwards,” I replied with a slight shrug as he nodded.“Also,” Kirim added, “Cures are not too well known even within the Empire, or rather what it is they have to do.”“I see ... I. Above her, it was clear, but she couldn't see any horizons from the bottom of the riverbed. She could smell moisture, though, and it wasn't from the drying mud caked on her body. There was a storm coming.Tabatha walked back the way she had come, across the dried riverbed in the shadow of the great, dead bridge high above her. By the time she'd climbed back up the bank, there was a roiling darkness on the western horizon – an approaching summer storm. It was growing swiftly, racing toward her.. It was the thing she hated the most about her illness, this constant need to rest. She lay down but for once she didn’t sleep, she could still feel a last residue of the strength from Daniel… She sighed at the little butterflies fluttering around in her stomach, as she remembered his strong arms around her. ‘Don’t you be such a fool!’ she warned herself softly. ‘He’s not for you at all.’ There was a knock on her door and Jessie poked her head around it. ‘Oh good you’re awake!’ she smiled as she. Moreover, the fabric of thistriangle was so thin (and it was so tight) that her big and hard nipplesprotruded clearly. Her shoulderswere obviously nude, from the point where the bust finished, and covered by herlong shiny black hair. I noticed anyway a little design scraped into her skinover the left shoulder, that seemed a Japanese ideogram, and I wondered why shehad it and if someone made her have it. I started fantasizing about her being aslave of someone, who had ordered her to dress that.