Ye Wei'an nearly choked on his own spit when he heard Lucia.
He fought back the urge to roll his eyes and reminded her, "Lucia... has it occurred to you that they might not be offering you food? This child is sick. She brought her child over because she wants you to treat it."
"Oh, so she wants treatment?" Lucia breathed a sigh of relief. "Why didn't she say so?"
She lowered her head and examined the swaddled bundle again, looking it over and sniffing it.
That was the spell Detect Poison and Disease.
A moment later, understanding dawned on her.
"Hmm... malnutrition, a frail constitution from birth, and..." She frowned. "Exposure to the feverish miasma of the swamp. Another two days, and this little one's soul really would have returned to nature."
The watching lizardfolk held their breath.
The young mother clamped a hand over her mouth, not daring to make a sound for fear of disturbing the master Druid.
Lucia extended a claw and gently pulled aside the edge of the swaddling, revealing the lizardfolk infant. The scales on its tiny body were only the size of grains of rice, soft and smooth. It looked terribly frail.
Compassion crossed Lucia's face. A faint emerald light shone in her pupils, and she let out a low croon.
Second-level spell: Lesser Restoration!
An emerald halo, like liquid jade, slowly seeped into the infant's scales.
Wherever the light passed, the infant's ashen complexion faded visibly, replaced by a healthy, pale green.
Its weak breathing grew steady and strong, and the rise and fall of its tiny chest became more pronounced. Even its little tail, which had hung limp, gave a slight twitch.
Finally, Lucia lowered her head and gently touched her forehead to the infant's.
This was a high-level Druid's blessing,