She pulled the hood forward so that it fell further down over her face, and kept her head down as she walked amongst the townspeople. It would save her from having to return the looks of disgust or pity with one of patient forbearance.
Magic comes at a price, always. The damage - to her skin, her features, her hair, her teeth, her cartilage and bone - was permanent. The beauty of her youth would never return.
Some days she regretted it; today was not such a day. The Innkeeper’s baby would live. It was worth a few more wrinkles.
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