Spotted Eagle Mountain You know I don't believe in ghosts

Busy. Yes.. he would imagine so. Should he expect anything less?
But then she gazed up with slight concern.
Injuries, bloodshed... The reason of his existence was to prevent this. The mere thought hardened his facade. A small scowl even appeared, lip curling across his lower tooth.
Small injury, slight blood. Nothing more. The dark mazoi spoke firmly, tone sharp. He would accept nothing else, no matter what she commanded or how she persuaded.
Healer too... Khaba eventually added. It was assumed that the soldier's camp would have one. But if they didn't, someone would be sent by his order to retrieve Akashingo's sesh. 
These were his terms. Makono could either agree, or he would fight until his authority was entirely surpassed.