"I couldn't heal a fly right now," Fiona muttered, to her tea more than anything else, given the volume of her words. She hadn't meant to keep healing him now, but later, once she had recovered. Right now, she would be happy if she managed to get back to the estate before anyone discovered that she was missing.
Anyone but Teague.
She drank more of her tea, focusing on its warmth instead of the sutures Krishna was giving Lachlan.