Philippa Can Do It, and So Can I, Mary!

Kaer Morhen was as peaceful and tranquil as ever.

Larks sang in the woods surrounding the castle. Warm sunlight cast golden rays that rode the crisp mountain breeze over mountains and rivers, quietly slipping through a half-open window of the castle built from gray-white stone.

In the clean room, someone was singing as well.

"...Shai—Sala—Moiras—"

Her ethereal, pleasing voice sang a melody that seemed beyond the mortal world.

Clear sunlight slowly brightened and dimmed with the rhythm, seeping out a deep emerald glow like the clear waters of Killer Lake. Ring after ring of ripples spread through the air.

Wherever the ripples passed, the ivy clinging to the castle walls grew at a visible speed, stretching into the wooden window lattice and blooming with pale yellow flowers.

The plants and medicinal herbs already in the room flourished even more luxuriantly, their vigorous life force almost taking tangible form.

Who knew how long passed before the beautiful singing slowly faded away.

"All right..."

The singer took a deep breath and let out a long sigh, then opened her blue eyes half-hidden beneath golden hair. Smiling, she revealed a row of small, pearly white teeth.

"Yennefer, how did you feel this time?"

It was as though a second person had suddenly appeared in the room.

In a dim corner far from the window, where not even sunlight could reach, a figure wrapped entirely in black silk crouched on the floor.

"Very comfortable," the small figure replied in a tiny voice, as faint as a breeze. Perhaps feeling that her answer was too brief and insincere, she pointed at her back, feeling from her neck all the way down to her waist before adding, "The back... the places Lady Mary mentioned, the cervical curve and lumbar curve, they all feel numb. It's like