"Will he be alright?" The Village Chieftess asked, her eyes fixed on the Village Chief lying weakly on the mat.

"Don't worry, Chieftess," reassured the woman sitting on the floor by the side. "Miss Greta has already used her gift to heal him from immediate danger. The remaining effects are simply the consequences of the Village Chief using such a dangerous gift in his old age. Once the lingering stress is alleviated, I am confident he will regain consciousness." With swift movements, she pounded the herbs in her mortar and pestle, skillfully grinding them.

"Of course, I know that," Zara muttered to herself. Her question had been nothing more than an impulsive outburst, as it had been a while since she had seen him in such a state. But now, a dull headache started gnawing at her mind as she considered Orion's involvement in this situation.

'What am I going to do with that child?' she pondered once again. At this point, Orion's constant involvement in every significant matter in the village was becoming exhausting, and she would be lying if she claimed to have a foolproof solution for any future complications caused by that boy.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Zara glanced at her husband and muttered, "You better wake up soon because I won't be dealing with this troublesome boy alone." She had no intention of handling a walking disaster like Orion all by herself.

Just as she was about to call for the healer sitting behind her, the wooden door creaked open, and a woman clad in the village's traditional tulga entered. The Village Chieftess turned her head to face the newcomer and remarked, "I was just about to send someone to fetch you."

"Well, there is no need for that, Chieftess, because I am here now," Greta expressed as she approached the centre of the room where the Village Chief lay on a mat, with the Village Chieftess seated by his side. Kneeling down beside them, Greta extended her hands over him and activated her gift, carefully examining his body for any internal injuries she might have missed.

Once satisfied that there were none, she deactivated her gift and promptly withdrew her hands, mindful of her own fatigue.

The Village Chieftess, maintaining her composure, asked, "How is he doing now?"

Greta maintained her gaze on the Village Chieftess as she delivered the reassuring news, "All his injuries have been healed, and with the aid of the herbs, his body will further regain strength. There is no need to worry, as he should wake up in a few hours." She paused briefly before continuing, "However, considering his old age, it may take an additional day for him to fully recover from pushing his gift to such a limit."

The Village Chieftess, though attempting to maintain composure, couldn't help but exhale a sigh of relief, feeling the weight lifted from her heart. "And what about the child?" she asked, aware that Greta had just treated Orion before returning to the Village Chief's side.

Greta nodded wearily and responded, "Orion is doing well. However, due to his injured leg, he will require a few more hours for a full recovery. So, I believe he should be back on his feet by the end of the day."

The Village Chieftess nodded serenely, her gaze fixed on Greta. "Very well. Once Orion is able to walk properly again and stands on his own two feet, instruct him to come to the Village Chief's compound. I wish to speak with him," she said, adjusting her tulga as she rose from the floor. "In the meantime, I must assume the duties of the Village Chief and attend to any matters that require his attention today."

Elegantly, she headed towards the door. Before exiting, she turned and nodded at the other healer in the room, then focused her attention back on Greta. "Make sure the message is delivered to the boy," she instructed, then opened the door and departed.

"I won't forget, Chieftess," Greta muttered under her breath as she heard the door close, finally allowing herself to release a deep sigh of relief. She turned her head to the side and addressed the other woman in the room, "Lola, are you done with the herbs?"

"Not yet, but I'll be done soon. Don't worry," Lola replied, meeting Greta's gaze with a serious expression. She nodded reassuringly and added, "Why don't you take a break and leave the rest to me? You've been working tirelessly since last night. It wouldn't be good for the village or you if you don't at least try to get some rest."

Listening to Lola's suggestion, Greta felt tempted to give in and take a quick break, but she immediately shook her head vigorously, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She instantly activated her gift, focusing it on herself. As the energy coursed through her, it relieved her physical fatigue, but the mental stress and strain remained, intertwined with the lingering pain of using her gift.

Using her gift in such a way came with its own set of challenges, making it a practice reserved for dire circumstances like this.

"That will have to do for now," Greta muttered to herself, her gaze shifting to Lola. "Don't worry, Lola. I can handle it," she reassured the woman.

Lola, who had witnessed Greta activating her gift and utilizing it on herself, couldn't help but shake her head tiredly. "You always do things your way," she mumbled under her breath.

.........

'They both need some love,' I pondered silently as I placed my hand on Grandma Derry's concealed ass, using Grandma Vivian's shoulder as support for the rest of my body as we moved forward.

With every hop, I pressed my hand against the softness of Grandma Derry's ass cheeks, feeling the fabric of her tulga separating me from her small round ass hole. Slowly, I withdrew my hand from between her ass crack and took a moment to appreciate how the fabric clung tightly, highlighting the outlines of her backside. It was no longer loose and shapeless but rather showcased its curviness.