“How long until the healer arrives?” Enya asked.

Weaver had shown her where the in-house apothecary was. In a small room that connected to the kitchen, she now rummaged through each drawer and glass cabinet to find the medication she needed. The shelves were fully stocked with various jars and vials full of strangely named concoctions.

“Should arrive in the next few hours,” Weaver answered.

"We don't have that kind of time," Enya said. ...