Ethan withdrew his fingers from beneath her pale, trembling breast, his face remaining entirely detached as he watched the flush of pain slowly recede from her skin.
"The structural damage is severe, but entirely treatable," said Ethan, his deep voice carrying an unshakeable confidence. "To permanently dissolve the internal scar tissue and clear the pathway, I will need to perform a precise technique of spiritual acupuncture combined with a specific blend of raw medicinal herbs. However, while the medical procedure itself is entirely free of charge, I do not possess a personal treasury of ingredients to waste on outer disciples. You will need to source the catalysts yourself."
Maeve, her bare chest still exposed as her pink nipples caught the cool morning air, nodded frantically. At this point, she would have agreed to anything.
