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bridget appeared, as anticipated, carrying the willow bark castor had already grown accustomed to; he'd dealt with it often enough during his own time as a medic.
don't worry, i'm used to it, he offered with an easy smile. i was a graceless yearling. i always bounce back, though. nothing but improvement so far, doc. in a few days i should be able to help with anything you need. maybe collecting herbs? the absence of one of her legs had not been lost on castor. his wife's father had suffered an injury of a similar nature, though he had not been half so energetic as this woman in the wake of his loss.
and if he was exaggerating the state of his health a little, it was only because he knew that he could push through it. he had done it before, and he would again.